Written for OLWG# 218
Roxanne Tells Clifton
With a belly full of gin and a heart heavy with regret, Roxanne stumbled into the night. At the edge of the car park, she turned, raised her fist and yelled back, “Fuck you too, LeBlanc Beau-Nasty. I don’t need you!”
The Fortune Teller
“No, No, that can’t be true!” Cliff gasped.
“Oh, but it is,” responded the gipsy.
“Your precious and chaste Roxanne truly is with child.”
“I didn’t believe her. Now she’s gone, she left.”
Four-year-old Andy LeBlanc hopped off the hard chair and reached up to hug his mother.
She didn’t lean down as he had hoped.
Instead, she reached down and tousled his dark hair before pulling her wrap tight and turning to leave.
He ran to the window and watched her walk away in the rain.
She paused only briefly at the gate.
This week’s prompts were:
- watched his mother walk away
- belly full of gin
- with child