#WednesdayFreeWrite – THE TROUBLE I DIDN’T GET INTO
THE TROUBLE I DIDN’T GET INTO
The trouble I didn’t get into
doesn’t even exist
because I did that shit
without thinking twice
again
and again
and again
He had a wicked grin
and a lopsided nose
and the deepest, sexiest voice
and he knew how to use it
Promises
Hopes
Fears
Jokes
Fuckery
Sex
Whispered into all my little cracks and seams
my curves and hollows
Kissed into my skin
Burned into my soul
“If I’m not married when I’m 35
and you’re not either
promise you’ll run away with me
forever.”
“You will be married
to a skinny little thing
with pale skin and straight blonde hair
and her name will be Grace.”
“Then I shall come looking for you
hunting you down
because I only crave your curves
and brown skin and curly hair.”
“You are such a white boy,” I laughed.
And he grinned
and we looked at the stars in the sky
as we lay on that blanket next to each other
on that hill in the park
in the middle of the night.
And yeah, he had a girlfriend
And umm, maybe I had a boyfriend
but he had that voice
and that grin
and those hands
And he was smart
and troubled
and fine as fuck
And I was young
and brash
and full of desire
So when he called me at 2am
to swing by and pick him up
to drive down to Piedmont Park
and look at the stars
I laughed
and told him to fuck off
then grabbed my car
and sped off into the night
right into his charm
and sex
and god, his mouth
And we spent the night in that park
doing things
and making promises
and then doing more things
that in the light of day
we both denied ever happened
Because he had a girlfriend
and umm, I might have had a boyfriend
But he had those lips
and I had those curves
And we had years of trouble
that we got into
again
and again
and again
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. This week’s prompt is courtesy one of my fellow Muses: THE TROUBLE I DIDN’T GET INTO. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted and just super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They’re perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
