Written for this week's Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction prompt. Word: FURIOUS
The
furious pulse of hail thrashing the window was oddly calming, pulling her out
of her muddled head.
He’d whispered midnight assurances into her hair, expertly
negotiating the removal of her clothes and inhibitions. From then on he was vague
plans, premeditated arguments, and the scowl on her mother’s face.
She never divulged that his practiced ambivalence stimulated her; that she fed off the mayhem
of this tilted, insecure relationship. Now he's threatening to ruin it all with
that hinged box containing the promise of a new monogram, Sunday night meatloaf
and joint checking.
I love this, and I totally get it too. We always want the one who is elusive, until they want us. After all, where's the romance in meatloaf! ;)
ReplyDeleteI was so happy to see you here! I said to myself, "Hey, it's Ivy! YAY!!" xx
Ivy, your writing is brilliant - undoubtedly brilliant. This piece is so full and potent in just five sentences. Wow.
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