I've got to admit, the prompt for this week's Write It Wednesday creative writing challenge has me a little stumped. Steph did a great job coming up with it, so let's jump right in and see what happens!
The elevator opened, and she tumbled out onto the floor. Clutching her trench coat, shaking in her shoes, she clambered to her feet and walked briskly out to the lobby, leaving a trail of dark red foot prints behind her.
Trying to catch her breath, she tied up her coat tightly and let the building. Meanwhile upstairs, sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating an eclectic assortment of modernly angular furniture sitting astutely upon spotless tan carpeting. Carpeting that had been tirelessly scrubbed out of fear.
Fear of being ridiculed. Fear of being punished. Fear of being labelled a failure.
Her mind was completely scattered. She turned the corner, fearing that people could see the panic on her face. Fearing that they would somehow know what happened.
She was frantic, trying to hide the panic on her face seemed like a pointless task. Wringing her hands, all she could think was to turn each corner and leave the tan carpet behind.
She looked up, and there he stood. She wanted to vomit, seeing the look of disappointment on his face.
"I told you I couldn't do it," she said, turning her eyes to the ground.
"I knew you couldn't. You're pathetic. You're everything that I feared you were."
In that one moment, something in her snapped. Images flooded her mind and cluttered her thoughts. The dropped dish of cranberry sauce, splattered all over their tan carpet, the turkey black and burnt, the rolls strewn across the floor.
Without a second thought, she sprang forward and lost control. A strange light flashed in her eyes, and then he was limp.
She wiped her lip with the tip of her finger, and looked down to see a new shade of red, so much darker than the cranberry sauce he had worried himself over.
That damn tan carpet. The ridiculous angular furniture.
Who was she kidding? She wasn't made for this life, wasn't meant to be a house wife and provide the perfect Thanksgiving meal to her darling husband.
She chuckled wickedly under her breath and licked her lips.
No. She was meant for so much more.
I really hope that I'll see some familiar blog amongst the linkup at Confessions of a Stay-at-Home-Mom. These challenges are so important to test the boundaries and see where our imaginations can push us. They make us better writers, better bloggers and they are fun!