Tuesday, October 28, 2014

He Said/ She Said

Jayne Martin issued a writing challenge to pen a he said/she said story based on one she put on her blog. In it a husband is urging his wife to get ready so they won't be late to his parents. When she resists, he leaves the house to wait in the car. Here's my take on finishing the story.


He said, "I wasn't sure you'd come."

She said, closing the car door, "I wasn't either, especially after the way you slammed the screen door when you left."

He said, "I was upset."

She said, "With me? For being late? There was a lot more anger in your voice than the other times."

He said, "I know. I'm sorry. I guess I'm not over losing the baby yet, either."

She said, soft fingers on his sleeve, "Like your mom and dad. They always make me feel so awful—inadequate."

He said, "They don't mean to."

She said. "I know, but . . .

He said, "Once we're pregnant again, they'll settle down."

She said with a shrug, "I hope so."

He said, "Wanna start trying again? It's been six months."

She said, "You mean now?"

He said, "Sure why not."

She said, "What about your parents?"

He said with a wink, "Screw my parents."

She said with a naughty grin, "I'd prefer you screw me."

He said, one foot out the driver's side door, "Last one naked's a rotten egg."

She said, "Hey! You cheated."

Sunday, October 12, 2014

On Vacation

On Vacation

Midnight in New York. Sounds like a song title. Until you see the body outside the theater. Lips blue. Eyes uninhabited.

Piano music leaks from inside a cafe. Laughter from another. No one stops. Except a homeless woman. She crosses herself. Pauses in silence. Moves on. Uneasy. So do you. It's how life works now.

*Prompt words: midnight, theater, piano, lips, New York

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Her Grandfather's Home

Today's prompt words in bold.

The house sat on an old-time graveyard. The lawn provided a broad barrier from the rest of the neighborhood. A webby film produced an eerie aura.

Rumor said no virgin could survive there. So, Sara married Arthur, unaware of the zombie thing until their wedding night. She smiled. Sara knew they'd live forever happily after. (55 words)

Sunday, September 7, 2014

We'd Make It

Today's 5 to 55 challenge prompt words in bold.

It was a homemade problem, nothing illegal, but it required comfort food—popcorn. The stray had appeared on the porch. Dark fur. An omen? I wanted to keep it. Chuck didn't. One more thing to argue about. I waited for Chuck to return. To tell him he was right. To tell him we'd make it.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Better Than The Holy Grail

Today's prompt words in bold.

Erica caressed the brass rail paralleling the narrow passageway to the subterranean grotto. The map indicated it was where she'd find the hero she sought. Once inside, she inhaled the familiar aroma, raced toward the source, tore the plastic wrapper, bit off a large chunk, savored the flavorful meats and special sauce. Scavenger hunt finished.