Friday, February 22, 2008

TGIF

I went to a Tupperware party tonight. I drove half an hour to get there in the pitch black, pouring down rain and a half hour back in the pitch black, pouring down rain.

I'm Tupper-worn out, y'all.

So, I'm going to do something a little different. A couple of weeks ago, Angie at All Adither mentioned something about Flash Fiction Friday. I'm not sure if she's created her button for it yet, but I was intrigued by the idea and wanted to try it.

I'm not sure if what I've written here counts as Flash Fiction, because honestly I'm not 100% sure what that means, but the thought of putting it here is giving me hot flashes, so that's got to count for something, right? (How do you fiction writers do it?)

And awayyyy we go......breathe....breathe....where are those paper bags when you need them?

When the alarm clock went off at 5:00, Becca leaned over quickly and switched it off. She was always quick to silence it so it wouldn’t wake the baby. No snooze button for her. She’d gotten quite good at lying there for a few minutes without falling back asleep. Sort of her own inner snooze button. She reached over and grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand. She knew she shouldn’t. I mean good Lord everybody had been after her to quit since even before the baby was born. And she was going to. Just not today. If she was going to be at her best today, then today was not the day to quit smoking. Tomorrow. Like Scarlett always said, tomorrow is another day.

Well, there was no time to lay around pretending to be Scarlett O’Hara. She had to get going. She wanted to get up and eat some breakfast in peace, hopefully, and then get a shower before she woke the baby up for the day. Sometimes she’d be about half way through her bowl of cereal when she’d hear the first stirrings from the room at the end of the hall. Usually a rustling, followed by a small cry. Sometimes she’d ignore it and Lucas would go back to sleep. Sometimes he’d have himself worked up to a full blown scream before she could get to his room and pick him up. But it was shocking how irritated she was that she couldn’t even finish a bowl of cereal in peace. The irritation was quickly followed by guilt because surely Lucas was hungry too.






10 comments:

Colleen said...

besides the smoking, that kind of sounds like me...get slightly irritated that I can't get one meal a week in peace, then feel guilty because I know the kids can't wait to eat. :)
sounds good, though!!!!

Lulu said...

Hmm...very, very intriguing! I hope that you keep this going, because I want to know what Becca needs to be at her best for...

Tootsie Farklepants said...

What lulu said!!

1blueshi1 said...

I LURRRVE IT! there better be more tomorrow--or at least next Friday, because WE, the lufly internetsies, WILL HOUND YOU!!!
Seriously, I really like what you wrote.

Lauren said...

!!!!!!!!

Can't wait for the next installment!!

AmyM said...

I too would like to know what Becca has to be at her best for today. And where is the daddy? Why can't he feed the baby once in while? Good stuff, MQ!

Not to sound like a smarty pants but Flash Fiction is generally defined as a complete short story between 100 and 500 words, though some people say 750 words max.

Laurel said...

I want to know what's going on with this girl. Don't make me wait too long!

Momma Em said...

Yet another reason to look forward to Friday!

Karen said...

If you keep this going, I may actually read an adult book this year!

ImpostorMom said...

Oh I love this too and I hope you can keep it going.

I can totally relate (except for the smoking). Is it horrible that I would have finished my bowl of cereal? I'm gonna say that Becca's baby is prolly younger though. At least in my head that's the reasoning. :)