Brandy Portman
Bio
Writer, reader, truck driver, animal lover
Stories (10/0)
The cake is a lie
June 2015 My mother died today. In her usual way, she baked a beautiful, chocolate cake. She frosted it with care, the way she did everything. Cut a single piece, put it on an ornate blue and white cake plate. Set it on the table with a carefully folded linen napkin and a silver dessert fork. She laid a folded note next to the slice of cake and then methodically Placed the rest of the decadent perfection on the cake stand, set the glass lid over it, and hung her apron on a peg. Then she dropped dead. The doctors said it was a brain aneurism. Gone. Just like that. Seems like such a waste of cake.
By Brandy Portman3 years ago in Fiction
He loves me, He loves me not
Let me move this box out of the way. I will get back to it. First, let me tell you what happened. What do you do when someone breaks your heart? Do you scream and cry? Gain 15 pounds on a grief induced self-pity trip involving every flavor of Ben and Jerry’s while inhaling the scent from an abandoned hoody? Do you pretend it doesn’t hurt, get dressed up, go to a party, drink tequila until you forget your own name and wake up in someone else’s bed? You could. None of those were my style though.
By Brandy Portman3 years ago in Fiction
Remembrance
November 25, 2073 I stared at the lab results in disbelief. I was only 47, it was too soon. But the lab results didn’t lie and neither did the date of my appointment with the center. I tried to calm my breathing and still the tremors in my hands. How had it come to this?
By Brandy Portman3 years ago in Fiction