Response – JSW Prompt “Winter” 9-21-2017

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Winter, Stanza I

He turned to look at her.  “Well, yeah, where else would I be?”

She hadn’t moved and he wasn’t sure if she wanted to hit him or throw her arms around his neck. To occupy his mind, in the meantime, he flipped the two pancakes on the griddle.

“You,” she accused, ‘were leaving.”

He considered a moment.  Glanced over at her.  “When you kick me out.”

She cocked her head. “What do mean when I kick you out? Not only did you tell me you were ‘so out of here,’ you also told me you wouldn’t be back.”

He flipped a pancake, focusing on his task.  “I lied.”

Sinking down into one of the chairs round the table, she ran her hands through her hair. A sign she was upset, as if he needed one.

He moved over to sit beside her. “Look, we had a fight, we both said things we didn’t mean. At least, I said things I didn’t mean…” Hoping she might jump in, but she didn’t.

“It was stupid fight and…. I’m sorry. I messed up.” He glanced at her face, seeing the tears in her eyes. “I mean it, Ra, I messed up.  I don’t want to be anywhere but with you.”

The tears fell.

“Can we…. try again?”

“I…” Something like pain, not sadness, crossed her face.

He took her hand.  “Don’t say anything yet.  Just think about it, okay?”

“But….”

“Maybe I could say something about it?” A voice asked from the hall.

They both looked. A man stood there in sweat pants and nothing else. “You must be Daniel,” he said, stepping forward to offer his hand.

Daniel rose, accepting the hand. What he would not accept was the victory in the other man’s eyes.

“You gonna make breakfast for me, too?”

“Darren!”

“Come on, babe,” Darren said, sliding an arm around her waist. “Or should I leave you two alone to work things out? Whatdaya say, Dan, need to work things out?”

“Actually,” Daniel replied, stepping back, avoiding Ra’s eyes, “No, I think… I think things are pretty well worked out.”

“Daniel,” Ra said, grabbing his arm, “please. Let me….”

“Explain? I think I get the point. We argued last night. I left. You hooked up with lover boy there.”

He wasn’t going to show the ripping, tearing, motions slicing right down through the middle of his heart. Turning away, he grabbed his coat, jerking it on as he strode through the door.

“Dan, wait!’ she called, hurrying into the cold after him.

Their breath wove frozen words they would never speak, hieroglyphs vanishing into the cold like exhaust from a car vanishing into the night. In the end, there was nothing to say.

Driving away, Daniel pulled out the two tickets he’d purchased for London.  Wanted to rip them up and throw them into the snow, but he didn’t.

He didn’t know how long it took a broken heart to heal, but he guessed a long time. Looked like he would be traveling alone.

For awhile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #33-Favorite Food

Word Count is off! Let’s focus on the theme of the thing. Not many actually stick to the word count anyway. (SUGGESTED-No more than 500 if you want to try that.)

  • Using the prompt of ‘Favorite Food’, WRITE. Use your Favorite Food as inspiration for your fiction. Maybe it’s the title for it or maybe it appears in the story in some way? (REQUIRED)

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“No really, what is your favorite food?”

“Really? You want to talk about that now? Right now?”?

“Sure, why not. You told me to show more interested in my fellows, so I’m trying to be interested.”

Snort.

“I want to know more about you, that’s all.”

Double snort.

“Oh, come on. It’s a simple question.”

“I didn’t tell you to be more interested NOW!”

“You didn’t specify a time really.”

“Well…. NOW is not the time.”

“Why not? We’re here, nothing else to do, just hanging around.”

“Just. Hanging. Around?”

“What else would you call this?”

“I woulda called it a vacation if I didn’t have to listen to you natter on.”

“There is no need to insult. I was just trying to make conversation, show interest in your life. Be a friend.”

“With friends like you and all that.”

“If you are just going to insult me, I’ll leave.”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Go ahead.”

“Ah… well, I really can’t you know.”

Sigh.

“Well….”

“I know! I don’t need to hear about it.”

“Some friend you are.”

“I didn’t ask you to be my friend. In fact, I’d be perfectly happy if we’d never met.”

“That’s rude, but I guess everybody has their own opinion.”

“Right.”

“I thought you said this was a vacation?”

Strangling noise. “I said if you weren’t here it would be like a vacation!”

“Oh. Right. Well.”

“Yes, well. Now do you think you could shut up for a minute so I can have just a moment to myself?”

“If you insist.” Hurt silence.

“All right, all right, all right! Steamed clams and mashed potatoes!”

“What?”

“My favorite foods.”

“That’s an odd thing to bring up in conversation.”

“What?”

“I mean, if we’d been talking about food, sure, but just out of the blue?”

“You asked me my favorite food and now I’ve told you.”

“I did?”

Muttered rant.

“Okay, fine. Your favorite food. How nice. Thanks for sharing.”

“Just pull the god-fangled thing!”

Grinding lever, trapdoor slamming.

Snap. Snap.

Silence.

Peace.

Creaking of rope in the wind.