Written for OLWG# 206
Marie threw her car keys on the credenza, “Goddamnit, Ted! I don’t want to. I won’t.”
“You should give it a try, Marie. You might like it. Try it out for a year or so. If it doesn’t work, we can do something else.”
“Ted,” she exclaimed, “you’re asking me to give up my life and move to some little town where I don’t know anyone. You’re asking me to start my life all over! Why would I do that?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” He watched her, waiting for a reply. When she didn’t, he continued. “What do you have here? Your beloved husband left. Your children are all at least three hours’ drive away. What do you have here?”
“I have my house.” Marie snapped.
“You can keep your house. After a year, you can decide to come back to it or sell it and move on.”
“Shit, Ted. I don’t know. It seems drastic.”
There are beaches there,” Ted said. “There are people there you’ve never met, people who might engender a new slant on your perspective. You might even like some of them. Hell, it’s even closer to your oldest girl.”
“Yeah, there is that.” Marie set her pencil down and twisted her mouth as she considered Ted’s proposal. “No, I’m not going to do it. I feel as though I need to visit for a week first before I could commit. Just because you grew up there doesn’t mean I’m going to like it.”
This week’s prompts were:
- I don’t want to
- a town with no future
- elegant or crude
So I found a new writers group. They call themselves “Missing State Writers” because, you know we’re in New Mexico. I don’t’ have the statistics at hand, but there is a significant percentage of Americans who do not realize that New Mexico is one of the fifty states! The American mind is a marvel – sometimes ‘Magnificent’ ofttimes ‘Mediocre’. I wrote this during our meeting on Monday morning, last! Fifteen minutes.