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Prompt #5

Yay, I finally managed to write and post! So...I threw this together without thinking about it too much...just trying to get back into the whole writing thing. Maybe the start of my NaNo project? We'll see...November is coming up!

It seemed like everyone in her neighborhood suddenly drove Cadillacs. After the third CTS, she pulled out another cigarette.

* * *


"Hey...are you busy?"

"Uh, kind of. I'm working right now. What's up?"

"Well, I didn't hear back from you yesterday. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Yeah, yeah...everything's fine. I just got caught up at work. I apologize for not calling you back."

"Yeah, I figured you got busy. Um, am I going to see you tonight?"

"Maybe. I've got a meeting tonight after work, with this group..."

"Oh, okay."

"But if not tonight, tomorrow. For sure."

"Okay. Just give me a call when you're not busy."



* * *


"Hey, I just got out of work. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm just getting some laundry done."

"Can I come see you?"


"Alright, I'm on my way."

* * *


"Hey, I'm not going to be able to make it. I forgot about this meeting and these guys just called me. And I was on my way to see you, too."


"I'll try to come by afterward. If not, definitely tomorrow."

"Um, okay."



* * *

The evening breeze shook the needles on the tree, sending the dead ones flying down the street. She really did hate that tree and the sap it constantly dripped onto her driveway and, consequently, her car.

The cigarette had been burning without her. She tapped the stick, shaking the ash loose, and took a deep drag. Her phone began vibrating beside her. It was Luke. She reached over and, with her free hand, hit the "ignore" button. A knot formed in her throat briefly. She sighed and put the cigarette to her lips.

A fourth CTS. This one was black. And his. She watched at Greg pulled into the driveway. As he exited the car, she remained where she was, exhaling the smoke through her nose.

"You know I hate when you do that," he said.

She stood. "I know. That's why I do it."

"Don't be like that. I can't kiss you when you stink of tobacco."

"Then don't. No one was asking you to kiss me," she replied coyly, dropping the butt to the ground. She ground it out with her toe. "How was your meeting yesterday?"

"It was alright. Sorry I'm late. You know, this non-profit we're trying to get off the ground. It's tough, but...we're trying."

"I see," Cassandra replied. "How much time do you have?"

"About an hour," Greg reached up to scratch his head. "I've got to go pick up my mom from the airport."

"Oh." Cassandra smiled inwardly, wondering where he was really going. A head scratch always indicated a lie, a little subconscious clue she had figured out just one month after meeting him. "Well then, we should probably get started."

* * *

His undershirt remained on the floor, half-hidden under the bed. He put his shoes on and stood up. "Call me later?"

Cassandra sighed and looked up at him from her place on the bed. "Don't I always?" She pulled the comforter up over her body, brought her knees up, and rested her chin on them.

"Oh no, here we go. What'd I do now?" He made a big show of sitting back down. It made her want to smack him.

"You know, every time I see you, I have a dream that I never hear from you again. Every time you leave, I wonder if that's the last time I'll ever see you." It was all out of her mouth before she made the final mental decision to say it. She cringed a little, anticipating his response.

He just stared at her for a moment. "You're overthinking this," he finally said.

Not the response she had expected. "I--I know. I mean..." There was silence for a minute. She stared at the comforter and he stared at the floor. "I know that there's no commitment here, but...would you tell me if you didn't want to see me anymore? Would you just stop calling?"

Greg stood up and scratched his head. "Of course I would tell you. I mean, I'm not a jerk or anything. But why would I want to stop seeing you?"

"...I don't know," she muttered, still staring at the comforter. Well, she did know. He could find someone who was prettier. Or someone who could suck his dick better. But she certainly wasn't going to tell him that.

"So stop thinking about it so much. Call me later, okay?"

She nodded. "Okay."

The comforter remained the focus of her eyes for long after she heard the front door close. In that time, she wondered if she'd ever hear from him again.

798 words. Bonus points if you can guess where the inspiration for this came from. Hardy freakin' har har.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 19th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
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I like it. And congrats on finally getting in under the wire. ; )
Oct. 19th, 2008 03:07 am (UTC)
Haha, for real. I was feeling like a complete bum.

And thanks!
Oct. 19th, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
Hey hey hey, wanna come to Orlando? If Risa says it's okay, of course, on the night we kick off NaNoWriMo. You should come and kick off with us. :) Atlanta's not that far, right (lol)?
Oct. 19th, 2008 02:48 pm (UTC)
Um, that's like, the most awesome idea ever. Orlando's about 6 hours away, which isn't too bad, as long as you kick if off on a weekend!

I know I could use a weekend out of town and I've never actually been to Orlando (Islands of Adventure doesn't really count, huh?).

We'll see what happens!
Oct. 21st, 2008 01:55 pm (UTC)
The 31st is a Friday, so we're doing the kickoff here (my house) at midnight on the 1st! You're more than welcome to come. You could even stay here!

Details are still forthcoming, but if you're really interested in coming, let me know!
Oct. 21st, 2008 02:06 pm (UTC)
Hey! I'm definitely interested in coming down to Orlando for a NaNo kickoff. And thanks for letting me stay with you guys! Oh, I'll get to meet Carys! Yay baby!

Keep me updated!
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