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.
My words are:
sordid ~ sorbet ~ emoji ~ sweltering ~ bed ~ dazzle
They were submitted by: http://climaxedtheblog.blogspot.com
For the last few months, I’ve been working on a continuing fictional story about Marianne and Jimmy called, “Life In A Small Town”. If you haven’t read part one or two just click the link and catch up. We’ll wait!
Marianne sat straight up not caring that the soap suds were slowly sliding away from where she wanted them to be. Instinct took over and she threw everything she could reach; soap, back scrubber, shampoo bottle, even the pretty glass candle holder that she had gotten on clearance at Pier 1 including the lit candle that she saved for her rare bubble baths.
The candle fell and caught the rug on fire the pretty crystal shattered into shards just like her heart had done so many months ago. “How in the hell are you getting into MY house!” she sputtered. “Our house,” he said with that sexy smirk on his face. “You gave up your half when you danced out of town without a word! You gave up your half of everything!” She screamed pushing the water over the edge of the tub to put the smoldering rug out. One more thing to hold against him.
He laughed, “you might have changed the locks but you’re as predictable as a clock when it comes to hiding the spare key.” She jumped up snatching her robe from the back of the door. “Get the hell out of here Jimmy! I mean it go!” She donned the robe in two swift movements advancing on him the whole way.
Jimmy backed up into the hallway as she stormed past him and into her bedroom. She threw on a pair sweats and an old t-shirt that was lying on her bed and then grabbed the baseball bat that she kept beside the nightstand for emergencies. She swung it around and knocked the lampshade off of the lamp and almost took him out at the shoulders, but he managed to catch it right before it connected.
He grabbed the bat and threw it down as they stood staring at each other in the sweltering room. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry! I love you Marianne and I made a mistake. Let’s try again. We’re a family!” he said. “Jimmy let me spell this out for you. We are NEVER going to happen again in this lifetime. YOU killed us. There is no US. You no longer dazzle me. I don’t want anything to do with you and your sordid past! GET THE HELL OUT NOW!” She screamed in his face.
He decided retreat was best in these circumstances and made his way down the stairs towards the front door with her following along behind him to make sure he did just that. “Oh, and give me my key!” She shouted inches from his face. He handed it over to her reluctantly as she continued. “I can’t stop you from seeing the kids, but you get this straight. You WILL NOT put them in the middle. They’ve been through enough and they don’t need to get their hopes up for something that is NEVER EVER going to happen. Do you hear me.”
“Yes, Marianne. What about dinner Saturday night?” He tried desperately. She didn’t even bother with an answer as she slammed the door in his face. She waited until she saw his headlights backing out of the driveway before she turned around to go clean up the mess upstairs. Two seconds later she heard her phone go off upstairs. Thinking it was the kids she raced up the stairs and grabbed it and saw two emojis one with hearts in its eyes and another with tears. She threw the phone across the room and headed back to the shambles in the other room.
Later after she had cleaned up, taken another shower, and changed into comfy pj’s she curled up on the couch with a bowl of sorbet to watch a comedy and clear her headspace. “I can’t even have ice cream,” she pouted feeling all the emotions bubbling up. She cried her way through the video until she fell asleep curled up in the corner of the couch feeling raw and exposed.
Stay tuned for Pt 4 next month!
Now go and see what my friends did with their words!
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/
Part-time Working Hockey Mom http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch/
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