Tuesday, May 12, 2009

And that's when I knew it was Bad

Playing along with Prompt Tuesday - and on Tuesday no Less! Well Shake Me Out and Call Me A Miracle.... For Rules of the Game see the Awesome non-PMSing San Diego Momma....

It is supposed to start with the following and be a 10 minute brain dump. I think I did it, but maybe too many words? (250) I can't count after all...

“What are you doing here?” I hadn’t thought to knock.

Aaron raised his head from the table. His eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “We need to talk.”


Talk? What's this Talk? my Brother never says more than 3 words to me. And he Never Comes Here. Ok Never's an exaggeration. Hardly Ever. So Why is he sitting at my Sister's table at this hour and - ready to "talk."

"OK So we're both here - you been here long?" What else could I say?

"Long enough," he said. Long enough for WHAT? Oh right. This is my Brother. Wait for it. Wait for it.

So I tried it his way. I pulled out the beautifully appointed mahogany kitchen chair at the high polished table (who but my Sister could pull this off? And unexpectedly at this late hour? And where is she?), sat down and waited for Him to Speak.

Then Finally, "She needs help." She - who she? My sister? my Mother? My sister-in-law? His cat? What?

"I'm sorry Bro, I'm not quite following you." Simple. Direct. To the point. And killing me, sitting here all jazzed up, brain at 240, mouth shut down to a school zone speed limit....

"Stacy." Ah at last a name. My sister. WTF? She needs help? Has he looked around here? This is my nirvana. I've always wished I could be my sister.

"Don't you ever wonder where the money comes from? How she does all this? How she has the energy for it all?" Duh Bro her husband is the leading podiatrist in the city. I think I know where the money comes from. And Stacy was always energetic.

"Still not following you Bro'" God bless me for not adding "WTF" in my out loud voice.

"I found these hiding in the toilet last time I was here a few months ago. Since then I've been watching her. Wipe that look off your face. I know you're clueless hon, but they're uppers. And she's dealing. And now? We need to talk."

6 comments:

ChiTown Girl said...

ok, seriously, you need to be writing novels. screw that law stuff, lady, get writing!!!

mo.stoneskin said...

Good stuff. I particularly liked the running thought commentary!

DysFUNctional Mom said...

Woah! This sounds interesting.

hulagirlatheart said...

Excellent!! Now I'm wondering why he was pilfering in the toilet. Chapter 2 perhaps?

zelzee said...

Great writing!!

I love the places writing can take you!

San Diego Momma said...

How the hell did I miss this??????

I'm with Hula...where is Chapter 2???