I really didn’t want to play today. I’m tired, hungover, pretty sad and didn’t feel like I had any motivation to do it. Thanks Adam for the encouragement… it helped.
Today’s prompt for [Fiction] Friday from Write Anything is: “My husband doesn’t know, but he will soon.” The first, unedited, version of my story goes a little like this:
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. Right now he’s happy, he thinks everything’s fine and going to be fine forever.
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. He’s at home now, cooking dinner. He’s cooking our favourite, Shepherds Pie. He puts his own little twist on it, and puts a layer of spinach between the meat and the potato. He won’t eat it when he finds out. In fact he’ll never make or eat it again; just the thought of it will remind him of this day.
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. He thinks I’m at the school right now picking up our little one. He’s looking forward to seeing us, because he’s been away for a few nights on business. He won’t be doing that again for a while.
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. He’s finished the pie and it’s in the oven cooking. He’s got himself a beer, and poured a glass of wine for me. He’ll regret doing that shortly, when he finds out. At some point in the evening he’ll throw it against a cupboard. The mess it makes on the floor will stay there for a few days until his mother comes to visit and cleans it up.
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. He’s looking at the clock, wondering where we are. We should’ve been home five minutes ago. I’m usually really punctual, but he’ll presume I stopped for something, maybe wine, maybe some sweets for the kid – a Friday treat.
My husband doesn’t know yet, but he will soon. He’s just seen the police car pull up outside the house. He watches them get out the car and put their hats on as they approach the house. He’s wondering what they want. He doesn’t know, but he will soon.
‘Mr Jameson,’ the taller policeman says to my husband as he opens the door to them. ‘I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife and daughter have been in an accident…’
I actually found this quite hard to write, in fact in my sad old mood I was quite close to tears a couple of times writing it, cause I knew where it was going. Silly emotional me.
I toyed with a couple of ideas before this one came to me, the unfaithful wife, the kid that was in trouble at school, but this one shouted the loudest. I think also cause I’m sad I wanted to write something sad – but I don’t know if it reads being sad – I think it does, but am not sure.
Please, please let me know what you think.