Over the next few days or weeks, I’ll be posting the writings I’ve done since I started this project (see “Rededication”). In week one, the topic was “cartoon”. The goal I’ve set is to write something related to the word for the week. Sometimes, it will be obvious. Sometimes, mysterious. Always fresh! Hope you enjoy!
The Last Fight
The door opened with a BANG!
Startled, he JUMPED and hit his head on the too short ceiling fan.
SEEING STARS, he reached out to her, apologizing.
As she screamed, his hair actually moved as if BLOWN BY THE WIND.
She stormed out of the house, her legs churning so fast he could hardly SEE THEM.
He slumped against the wall, rubbing his head.
His eyes felt like little X’S. He felt dead to the world.
As he slid down into his torment of desperation, he felt a laugh ESCAPE HIS THROAT.
He had visions of being Wile E. Coyote in those old Bugs Bunny cartoons, chasing after Road Runner.
After all, he did feel like AN ANVIL FELL ON HIS HEAD…
With that crazy thought, he stood straight up.
He realized that this was a loop that played over and over and over, resetting itself every time they got back together.
Sure, she had BAGS OF MONEY
And her cat SYLVESTER was pretty cool…
But every time she left, he ran after her.
Not this time, he’d decided…
Instead, he calmly collected her things into a worn ACME box,
Intending to set them on the porch.
But in reality,
He threw Every. Single. One of them.
Out the fucking window!