A fellow writer hosts something called “Wildcard Wednesday” over at her blog, http://erinmccolecupp.com/2014/08/27/wildcard-wednesday-for-august-the-original-edition/
I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to flex my writing muscles, and answered the following prompt:
In St. John Paul II’s teachings on the Theology of the Body, he points out four “originals”: Original Solitude, Original Unity, Original Nakedness, and then Original Sin. Your prompt today is to take one of those four Originals and spend ten minutes with it, creating a piece of fiction.
This is my first attempt at a short fiction piece, and I have to admit, it is “based on a true story”, but I hope it illustrates a bit about the meaning of Original Solitude:
She sorted the laundry and watched the clothes pile up. As the dirty laundry came out, she retreated more into her head. She was surrounded by people all day long, but still felt so alone sometimes. Her days were filled with a certain kind of affection, a certain kind of relationship, but it didn’t fully satisfy. Little bodies that needed training, little mouths that couldn’t form words, little hearts that needed such gentle attention–she could care for all of this, and it fulfilled a certain longing in her heart. But she couldn’t do it alone. She needed help. She needed help from an extra set of capable hands and a mature, adult mind. She also needed help from someone who understood her soul.
Carrying the empty laundry basket upstairs, she heard a familiar footstep at the door. A smile started in her heart and overflowed into her eyes. He was home. The one who showed her how to really love. The one who magnified the solitude of her day by the comfort of his presence. While her days were often filled with many joyful moments, none were quite so joyful as when she laid eyes on him and rejoiced that he was hers.