It’s been a blast participating in
Trifecta’s one-year anniversary celebration. It truly is a wonderfully supportive and immensely creative writing community that I’m happy to have found.
Our celebration challenge was, as a
two-person team, to finish a 38-word story editor Joules started way, way back
in Trifecta’s infancy. Lumdog graciously kicked it off for our team with the
first 100 words and boy did he! I followed with another 100 words to complete
it.
Here is our story called “The Ride”.
Charts and optimal
dates and preferential temperatures. One line or two. As if she could summon
whatever it is that makes up the human soul as easily as she could a cab on a
busy New York avenue.
To Matt, all that
scientific stuff sounded like bullshit; he just missed her too much! He hired a
limo to pick up Becky at La Guardia and planned a romantic night in
Manhattan. They kissed as she got in the limo. But he couldn’t keep
his hands off her; he ran his hand up her thigh, past the hem of her short, black
skirt. He kissed her neck and breasts and progressed until his lips met his
fingers, her skirt now being up around her waist. As Becky slid down in the
seat, he placed his weight on her body.
********************
Waiting at baggage, Becky rewound the
painful conversations with Matt. Couldn’t they forget all the crap and just get
after it? Like before. Like always. So much angst, when all she really wanted
was to touch him without thinking about “babies”. She missed him too much.
Walking out, a text came through. “ In limo,
on your left!” Chills coursed through her!
No thought of babies, Becky yanked open the
door; Matt pulled her in. His lips found hers immediately. Hungry mouths.
Touching. Everywhere. She enthusiastically gave herself to him.
*
They made a baby before crossing the bridge
into Manhattan.
