Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
Last month I began a story that I am continuing today with the following words. If you haven’t read pt. 1 yet you can find it HERE!
My words are:
tub ~ inches ~ crooked ~ door ~ sick
They were submitted by: http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Marianne couldn’t even speak as she looked at Jimmy sitting in HER kitchen, at HER table, and drinking HER damn coffee! He didn’t look any different. He still had more good lucks than what should be legal, but she wasn’t going to even think about THAT!
“What are you doing here Jimmy?” She sputtered when she could put two words together.
“Well, where do you think I’d be on my son’s 8th birthday? I even got him a present,” holding up a baseball glove that she hadn’t noticed laying on the table.
“I’ll be damned if you’re going to walk in here after being gone for a year like you’re father of the year! You make me sick! Funny, you seemed to have no problem forgetting about Emmy’s fourth birthday!”
He pulled a doll out from under the table as he said, “I couldn’t get here on Emmy’s birthday, but this should more than make up for it.” he sneered into his coffee. “Come on Marianne, you know you missed me.”
“You yellow-bellied snake in the grass! Get out of my house now!” She screamed at him. She mentally counted to ten. She was not going to fight with him today…or any other day for that matter. “We are divorced, Jimmy. You have no business being here. You need to leave.” She walked over to the back door and opened it up.
He stood up leaving his empty cup on the table. He walked to the door and looked her up and down as he ran a finger along her jaw bone. She jerked her face just inches out of his reach and glared when he started laughing. “Darlin’ no piece of paper could ever break up what we have.” As he sauntered out the door.
“Nope, you did that all by yourself,” as she slammed the door in his face.
“I’ll be back for the picnic this afternoon. I will see my kids and not even your daddy is going to stop me!” He said to the closed door.
She leaned back against the door and melted to the floor. Her hands were shaking and she was having trouble catching her breath. She blew out her breath. “Bastard!” After everything he had done to her, how could he still have this effect on her? She was such a hopeless idiot.
She sat there thinking about all of the years they had spent together. The good times they’d shared. They’d met when they were just kids. Hell, they’d married when they were just kids, but she’d thought they’d last forever. Until he ruined everything with that floozy. She put her face in her hands in frustration, hurt, and longing all at the same time.
She looked up to the counter and realized the ice cream she had bought for the party was melting all down the cabinets. She blew out her breath and stood up. She didn’t have time to dwell on her problems she had a party to through together. She looked at her watch and shook her head…in under an hour.
She set Jimmy aside as she had learned to do over the last year. She was a mom first and today was her son’s birthday and he’d been through enough. She wouldn’t make a scene at the party, but first chance she got she was letting him know in no uncertain terms that he was no longer welcome around the farm.
Her parents arrived first and she filled them on the latest “Jimmy-news”. She begged her father not to cause a scene for the kids’ sake. He wasn’t happy, but he would never hurt his grandchildren like that. Now, if he caught Jimmy out somewhere then it would be a different story.
The rest of the invited guests showed up on time and the uninvited one was only five minutes late. Smiling like the cat that had eaten the canary. “Where’s your girlfriend?” was the only negative thing she allowed herself.
“You’re the only woman for me,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her, but she was quicker than he and he ended up with his lips to her ear. He blew gently knowing that it used to drive her crazy. She backed up immediately as the kids came running out the back door.
“Dad! I knew you’d come back!” hollered Joey as he threw his arms around his dad. Marianne had to turn around so he wouldn’t see the tears that had suddenly flooded her eyes. Emma was a bit more reserved than Joey. At four, she didn’t have the memories that Joey had.
She made it through the party and since the kids had gone home with her mom and dad for the night she decided to open a bottle of wine and soak in a hot tub. She closed her eyes and fought the tears that were begging to be shed. She had cried enough tears over the sorry state of her life.
“Well, well, well, if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes.” Her eyes popped opened as he leaned against the door jam with that damned crooked smile on his face.
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com
Cognitive Script https://cognitivescript.blogspot.com/
On the Border http://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Bookworm in the Kitchen http://www.bookwormkitchen.com/
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