Deidra sighed; there was no way to win this game. Her 6-year old cousin shifted in her seat, giddy; Alana foresaw her victory. With a gentle smile, Deidra stared at the chart, unblinking. She hesitated to draw the last X. Instead of a children’s game, Deidra saw a mocking reflection of her life’s choices. How the hell did that happen?
The top middle ‘X’ marked Deidra’s game plan, all set up to tackle the world. The X next to it was her new resolve. Then Deidra tried again, and again. Life continually placed obstacles in her path. Obstacles with a large capital ‘O’.
It was… painful. Life was just a game that she kept losing.
“Dee? Are you still playing?” The innocence in Alana’s voice made Deidra unreasonably jealous.
Was she still playing? God knows she didn’t want to. Deidra nodded weakly before placing the ‘X’. How could she enjoy even the littlest things with her failures staring her in the face?
“Yeah,” Deidra croaked, tears in her throat. “I’m still here. I’m still playing.”
Word Count: 175
Please share your thoughts! Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. To read other stories based off the prompt, go here.