I'm participating in Saturday Centus, hosted by Jenny Matlock.
Each week we are provided a writing prompt and charged with the task of using that prompt and an additional 100 words to create a short, short, short story. It's an exercise in using your imagination and having a good time.
This week I'm collaborating with my good friend Vicki @ Change In A Bottle to create what I like to think of as a rolling work, done in multiple chapters. The prompt in each chapter is blue:
Had I actually done this again? How could I be so reckless, so self centered? This has to end...
I'd worked hard at hiding my addiction. Yet here I was, back at the same downtown location, the same woman with bleached blond hair, the same wrenching pain in my stomach, the denial ripping through my mind.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wad of cash I'd kept hidden from John. He can't know...
Her words echoed through my head as I walked out the door...
I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.
Need to find another secret place to hide my newest
designer handbag...
I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.
I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."
The traffic was repulsive, but I managed to get home and half dressed before John walked in the bedroom.
"Ummm, the little black dress. Are you sure that's the one you want?"
I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.
I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."
I wasn't about to let this turn into another insane argument.
He was so stinking critical of anything I did. Yet his boss's wife topped him in that kingdom, peering sideways through her cat green eyes at me all night.
Course the boss had his own way of looking at me...leering replacing the peering.
But I can survive another night, knowing the plans Pam and I made are my best kept secret.
Just keep focused...
The ride home was blissfully silent. I didn’t need to hear a play by play of what I’d done wrong. I knew John well enough to understand he wasn’t pleased.
We went to sleep like fighters going to their separate corners. Thank goodness for king-sized beds and the escape night offers!
… I fell asleep and dreamed.
I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie,
And that I was the star of the movie.
This really blew my mind: the fact that me,
an overfed, long-haired leaping gnome
should be the star of a Hollywood movie.
And they asked me, "Are you sure that's the one you want?"
I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.
I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."
Special thanks to Eric Burdon and War....."Spill The Wine" :)
