This is week one of my ‘Prompt Me’ posts and I’m raring to go. I’m particularly excited about these writing exercises because the prompts have been created by fellow bloggers and I have just ten minutes to expand on them.
My first prompt was created by Faith Rivens over at Aliasfaithrivens. Head on over and check out her blog for her writing musings and journey so far. Faith is currently partaking in NaNoWrimo and posting about her experience. If you’re a NaNo participant give her a follow.
‘The whole idea was absurd. Thank goodness. She would never waste her time on anything less.’
She rings the bell and waits. No lights come on and there is no sign of movement. She rings again. This time, the upstairs window opens and Matty hangs out, topless, and with hair like a birds nest. Pretty damn cute.
“Jenna, what the hell? It’s 2am.”
“I’ve just finished work and I wanted to tell you something. Can you come down?”
“Can it not wait until normal o clock? Jesus, Jenn, you always pull shit like this. You know I’ve got to be down at the docks for four.”
He’s right. She’s always been irrational and impulsive, and even though she knows that is partly why he likes her, she can’t blame him for palming her off.
“Are you coming down or not?”
“And what if I say no?”
“Then, I suppose I’ll have to say it anyways. I love you, okay? There, I said it,” she says, the unfamiliar heat of embarrassment gracing her cheeks. Turning on her heels, she hurries down the path and jogs up the street, cutting through the park before Matty can get dressed and follow her.
She had never dropped the ‘L’ bomb in her whole life, and an unwelcome doubt seeps into her chest. It may have been wiser to have waited for him to say it first, but when did Jenna Guymon do anything wise? Matty was probably trying to think of a gentle way to let her down, and if he starts with some ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ shit, she might just punch him one. A quick thank you, but no thank you would suit her better; just like removing a plaster- brutal, but quick.
She’s at the end of her street without realising she has walked the whole twenty minutes. Why does it feel like the walk of shame? Greasy Gregs is open seeing as it’s a Friday, so she gets a bacon bap, not that she can actually stomach it. One of the many reasons she picked her flat was the prospect of Greasy Greg’s bacon baps on tap.
She takes a bite and almost chokes on it when she sees Matty leaning against his car outside the flat. Suddenly, her dwindling appetite is non- existent. When he sees her he straightens up, brushing a hand through his hair.
“I shouldn’t have said anything. Is there not a rewind button for tonight?”
“You don’t get to take it back,” he says, and then he’s kissing her. It’s different to anything she imagined; it is more than just a kiss. “Say it again.”
She eyes him warily, but it’s now or never. “I love you.”
“I love you too. I’ve loved you since we were eight years old,” he says, against her lips.
I hope you enjoyed that ten minute writing exercise. Faith also offered up a dialogue prompt for me to use in a few weeks time, so keep your eyes peeled.
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All excerpts are the works of K.J.Chapman.
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