This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”
Beverly and Walter were parked in his truck at the river when she opened her mouth and, without thinking about what she was saying, she told him that she might be pregnant. She thought it was a lie at the time. She was trying to get him to change his mind. She wanted him to enrol at the Junior College. She wanted to live happily ever after with him. Most of all, she did not want him to go to Vietnam.
“Are you sure?”
“No, I’m not sure, but I’m late.”
“About a month.”
“Jesus, Bev, and you’re just now telling me? Get up, get dressed.”
He pulled his trousers back on, buttoned up his shirt, slid over behind the wheel and turned the key to start the engine.
He revved it a couple of times and backed away from the riverbank as Beverly fastened her bra. He was speeding back towards the highway as she did up the buttons on her blouse.
She was dressed and had slid across the bench seat, to be near him, before he pulled onto the 58, heading east.
“Where are we going, Walt?” she asked.
“Going to Vegas to get married,” he answered.
Beverly frowned, “I can’t marry you, Walt. I’m not even out of high school, and you – you’re about to join the Army or some shit!” It all came out a little harsher than she had intended.
They argued about it for almost 125 miles, but Walt was adamant, and by the time they changed roads and got on the Interstate, he had Bev almost convinced.
“Should I call my mom?” she asked.
“No way,” Walt replied, “she’ll try to talk you out of it, and I’m not going to let that happen. You can call her in the morning after we’ve done it and there’s nothing that she can do about it.”
Beverly sighed, smiled, and rested her head on Walter’s shoulder, her hand high on his thigh. She settled in for the ride.
This week’s prompts are:
- cotton to
- letters from strangers
- patiently lying
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!