It Was Her Fault

I had absolutely no idea what this would turn into when I started writing, which seems to be the case for a lot of my fiction. I’m currently reading There There by Tommy Orange and read a scene about one of the characters going through a Native American ritual.

Throughout the book, they talk about how they do things and they’re not sure why. Or they’re told they do things simply because they’re “Indian.” I guess with this I wanted to write something where the character tells someone else to do something, but they’re not serious, and then they did it and now they have to deal with the repercussions.

I also really like the perspective that I wrote this from. I wanted this voice to stand alone and I think I did a decent job. I don’t mean to be egotistical or anything. This style might just end up being in another story later on. Let me know what you think!

It Was Her Fault

I didn’t think anything would happen. How is it our fault she went ahead and did it? You ask all the time if my friends jumped off a bridge, would I do it too — I bet hers ask the same. And if they ask that, then why wouldn’t she know you can’t do that? That’s what’s wrong with this country. People expect others to look out for them to the point where they don’t know how to look out for themselves.

Seriously, it should’ve been obvious. Why’d she have to actually listen? If you break down what happened, you see right from the beginning that it made absolutely no sense. If she couldn’t figure it out then, she had it coming. I mean it! It’s cruel, but life’s cruel; you always say that.

Isn’t that what Darwin awards are for? We’re all probably better off that’s how it happened. If she was too stupid to realize what was happening, could you imagine what the rest of her life would be like? And if she had kids, you know she was going to pass the stupid gene on to them. She did the world a service. If anything, it was just a matter of time.

We did nothing. We didn’t put a gun to her head. She came to us. She wanted to do it. She had every right to say no and walk away. But she didn’t. And this was what came of it. We even told her she didn’t have to. She insisted! If she were here right now, she’d tell you the same thing, that it wasn’t our fault, and not out of fear or anything. Out of her own free will she’d do it. I’m sure of it. And I’m sorry that she can’t — I really am.

2018 Winter Issue of Come and Go Literary

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. And again. The writers I had the honor of publishing in the 2018 Winter Issue of Come and Go Literary are extremely talented. Their work is worthy of your time. If you haven’t had the chance to look at the journal, please do so and share it with your friends and family!


If you’re suddenly feeling inspired to submit your own work after checking out the 2018 Winter Issue of Come and Go Literary, please see my submission guidelines for more details. There are no fees and no limits on genre, meaning there are no excuses not to try.

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