Last night I began my first session of the writing workshop I’m participating in this winter. We were given a writing prompt and had to write for 20 minutes. This is what I came up with.
The snow stayed in her hair longer than my ‘I Love You’ stayed on her mind.
Dammit! She’s done it again.
She can be such a condescending bitch at times.
Shit, she’s condescending all the time.
And manipulative to boot.
“Jeff” she began to speak, the moisture from her hot drunken breath mixed in with the big puff of cigarette smoke made her look like a dragon.
An evil, man hungry, condescending dragon.
“You’re so much better than your brother” she scoffed.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said to you?” I asked her in awe. I wanted to punctuate the end of that sentence with the word ‘Bitch’ but she only would have laughed harder for she loved the word bitch.
I guess bitches love bitches.
“Yes, I heard you.” she answered, finally shaking the rest of the snowy remnants from her long raven locks.
God she’s beautiful.
Stay strong Jeff. This is your brother’s fiancée, and you just fucked her underneath the swings on the playground where we all used to play.
During the snowstorm. Well, it felt like a storm while we were doing it.
God I sound like a teenager. I’m 21 for God’s sake. Why does she still have this power over me?
“Jeff-” She broke me out of my daze. I knew she was saying something to me but I had no idea what it was. “You understand right?”
“What?” I was baffled. I had to pretend like I didn’t agree with whatever she said. “I can’t believe you would say something like that.”
She laughed again. “You can’t believe that I want you to drop me off at my sisters after I just fucked my fiancé’s little brother? God, you are stupid. Therese was right about you.”
Now she’s bringing up Therese.
God Therese is beautiful. Why do all the women in her family have to be so damn pretty? Her sister Donna, her cousin Therese my ex girlfriend. I even used to have a crush on her mom Miss Betty when I was a kid. We all did. With those huge cans and legs that went on until forever. She’s like a white Pam Grier and Tina Turner hybrid.
“Oh my God – JEFF!” She broke me out of my trance again. “Can you please pay attention? We’ve got to go right now before Brandon calls me.”
She and I scurried to my Ford Explorer. You know, it would have made a lot more sense for us to have sex in my truck rather than doing it in the middle of a snow storm in a playground under a swing set.
God she’s so spontaneous. And pretty.
“Chase” I begin after I couldn’t take any more of Lil’ Wayne’s soft, feral growl on the radio. Or was it Drake? I can never tell those dudes apart. “Did you hear what I said earlier?”
She stared at me trying to focus through her inebriation. “What? Yeah sure. I love you too Jeff.”
“No Chase…..I Love you. I’ve been in love with you for years.”
She sighed heavily as she turned the radio off. “Jeffrey pull the car over please.”
I had never heard her sound so stern. Normally Chase Matthews was the type of girl who wanted to have fun all the time. Out of all the Matthews girls Chase was the wildest. And my brother Brandon is the hothead out of me, him and my brother Gene. I wished that Gene was able to come to the wedding. I haven’t seen him since I was in high school. I guess when he came out my parents didn’t want anything to do with him after that.
God my parents are assholes.
“You’re doing it again.” Chase brought me back from my thoughts with her sexy slick smile. Brandon sure is a lucky bastard to get to be with her forever.
“I Love You too Brandon.” She said, then giggled. “I mean Jeff. But like a little brother.”
“Do you go around sleeping with any of your real little brothers?” I asked, and she chuckled. “What was tonight then.”
“I don’t know, man…..” Chase answered, her voice trailing off somewhere unknown. She pulled out another Newport and lit it, blowing her smoke everywhere as she exhaled. “Tonight was special. You looked so cute during the rehearsal dinner.”
“But you’re marrying my brother.”
“I know….” She rebutted. “And your brother is sleeping with my Maid of Honor.”
I was shocked. “Who, Deanna?”
Chase took another drag of the cigarette, her eyes welling up with tears that she fought hard to hold back
Should I continue it?