As she sees the coffee pots and cups on the table, she takes a step forward only to take a step back the next moment. “Would you like some coffee?” He asks.
“I-,” she pauses then says slowly, “I’m not sure.”
“That’s not an answer.” He replies. “It’s either yes or no.”
“I-,” she begins, thinking. This decision-making thing is hard. It has always been her mother who made all her decisions but since she broke off her relationship with her mother, she’s been trying to stand on her own. She clears her throat, “Yes, I would love some coffee.”
Note: Ever since I was introduced to Narcissistic Personality Disorder by a fellow blogger and Facebook friend two days ago, I felt like I finally diagnosed myself and my mom. I now know why I always feel anxious and have trouble making any kind of decision for myself, by myself, and why I would always go through lengths to please everyone especially my mom. All of this is because I am the daughter of a narcissistic mother.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.