Hi all,
another piece of 20 minute writing fiction for you. The prompts are below the piece. Enjoy!
The jar cracked before Mel could pull it out of the saucepan.
“Shit!” She dropped it onto the messy counter. Blew on her fingers as she checked the cupboard. Two more jars. “Shit!”
Bryan was slapping the plastic table of his high chair, his head lolling as he followed the movement of his arms. He squealed, looked in her direction and smacked the table again.
Hungry!
She poured cold water into the saucepan, ignored her phone. She couldn’t afford to mess up another jar.
“Ya, yaya, yayayaya!” said Bryan.
Don’t look at it, Mommy, he was saying, look at me drumming.
Bang, bang, bang. He paused and the excitement drained out of his face like warmth into a black hole.
Hungry. That’s all.
The jar. She checked with her finger.
Scooped, tasted.
Disgusting.
Perfect.
His head wobbled as she went to him. Staring like he had no idea who she was.
It’s me, Bryan. You know?Here. Every day. Me. me.
“Here, you go, Bry! Yummy!” She put on her friendly voice but his face crinkled and he started to cry. He didn’t like her.
She breathed, rested her forehead on her left hand, feeling the pressure on her skull.
The stink of sweet carrot and chicken in her nostrils.
Bryan getting louder and louder, his nose dripping snot into his mouth. So when the phone vibrated it was natural to pick it up.
Get away for a moment.
He’d swiped back! She could contact him, take it further.
Why not? Next time would be better.
The jar was cold when they finished chatting. She got off the couch. Confused. Holding a small jar of crap.
There was noise in the kitchen. But she didn’t want to think about that.
Something she didn’t want to think about?
She had to get ready.
Big date. The start of a new life.
I think I might have overdone it with the exclamation marks and italics, etc. but…I think it works. Let me know what you think.
The prompts were:
hole
friendly
jar
disgusting
finger
