Butterflies pt 2

02/04/2011
For this weeks Red Writing Hood Prompt we were asked to write a short piece in which a character told a joke and a character cried. The piece has to be maximum 600 words and must be able to be read aloud in no more than 3 minutes.

This post is a continuation of last weeks Red Writing Hood post

SLAM!

“honey, you here?”

She could hear a woman’s voice. This wasn’t happening. She was sure this was the man of her dreams and now the walls were closing in on her. Air, she needed air.

Bending down as close to the floor as she could get she searched frantically for her clothes, sweeping the rough carpet for any article she could find.

She looked up at him trying to find some form of explanation in his face.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” He whispered.

Where was she going to go, they were stuck in a blizzard for God’s sake.

What the hell had she gotten herself into? She thought about jumping out of the window and ran over to see how high up she really was, but when she looked out she was reminded of the storm. If she jumped she’d freeze to death…hmph not a bad alternative at this point.

She could hear muffled talking and footsteps, some laughter. Tears began to sting her eyes and she let them roll down her cheeks.

A home wrecker, she was a home wrecker! Oh what would her mother think?

While she waited, huddled in the corner, knees pulled up to her chest, she scanned the room; earrings, perfume, perfectly arranged picture frames. Why hadn’t she noticed before?

Footsteps.

Butterflies.

“Hey, I told her you were here, told her you’re a friend from work. Said you couldn’t get your car started so I brought you here to wait out the storm. I said you’re getting cleaned up.” He looked pale and scared.

“You’re brilliant. If only every woman had a man as smart and attentive to their needs as you.”

He laughed and tried to touch her cheek.

For a brief moment she wanted him to, she smiled at him.

And then she sobbed.

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Leighann

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Butterflies pt 2

02/04/2011
For this weeks Red Writing Hood Prompt we were asked to write a short piece in which a character told a joke and a character cried. The piece has to be maximum 600 words and must be able to be read aloud in no more than 3 minutes.

This post is a continuation of last weeks Red Writing Hood post

SLAM!

“honey, you here?”

She could hear a woman’s voice. This wasn’t happening. She was sure this was the man of her dreams and now the walls were closing in on her. Air, she needed air.

Bending down as close to the floor as she could get she searched frantically for her clothes, sweeping the rough carpet for any article she could find.

She looked up at him trying to find some form of explanation in his face.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere!” He whispered.

Where was she going to go, they were stuck in a blizzard for God’s sake.

What the hell had she gotten herself into? She thought about jumping out of the window and ran over to see how high up she really was, but when she looked out she was reminded of the storm. If she jumped she’d freeze to death…hmph not a bad alternative at this point.

She could hear muffled talking and footsteps, some laughter. Tears began to sting her eyes and she let them roll down her cheeks.

A home wrecker, she was a home wrecker! Oh what would her mother think?

While she waited, huddled in the corner, knees pulled up to her chest, she scanned the room; earrings, perfume, perfectly arranged picture frames. Why hadn’t she noticed before?

Footsteps.

Butterflies.

“Hey, I told her you were here, told her you’re a friend from work. Said you couldn’t get your car started so I brought you here to wait out the storm. I said you’re getting cleaned up.” He looked pale and scared.

“You’re brilliant. If only every woman had a man as smart and attentive to their needs as you.”

He laughed and tried to touch her cheek.

For a brief moment she wanted him to, she smiled at him.

And then she sobbed.

Picture
Leighann

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