Moronic Musings

A blog that showcases some of my short stories and works-in-progress. Feel free to leave me some feedback and constructive criticism.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

It's Just Lunch

I wrote this piece for a creative writing class about a year and a half ago. It was a writing excercise in which we were given a setting and a couple of words, but the story could be no more than 300 words. A little harder than it sounds. So here's the story, "It's Just Lunch."

Boring, Kelly thought. She had flown out to Salina, Kansas from Austin, Texas to meet this guy her morther raved about. She wanted him to be her saving grace, he salvation from a life of servitude to the corporate world. Instead he rambled on about his hardware store and what light bulbs would save her money in her apartment. He asks her id something's bothering her, she seemed distant. She set down her glass, just now realizing exactly how long she had been holding it. THe ice had melted and condensation dripped on the table. She looked at him he had on a black silk tie that clashed with his brown belt and shoes. He fiddled with a cheap pair of cuff links on his white dress shirt. He dressed up to impress her she knew. There wasn't a snowball's chance in a Texas drought that he wore those clothes to work everyday. But how to tell him she'd rather jab a screwdriver through her eyes than listen to him for another minute. Her mother would beat her till doomsday if she broke this man's heart. It's not ladylike to do such things, that's what loose women do her mother would always say. If her mother only knew that she lost her virginity in her mother's bed on her didteenth birthday. Kelly smiled and uttered the hardest words of her life. Sure she's see him tomorrow night so he could wish her well before she left Tuesday morning. He told her that he needed to get back to work, the employees never did there jobs when he took a long lunch. He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. Looks like she's need that screwdriver after all.