Random Impulse: Week 13-2

Chapter 10 exercise: I tried reducing a short story I had written by half. It was definitely challenging. But the story looks a lot stronger now. Next I need to work on adding more appropriate details to make the story flow better.

Matilda reached the coach station with less than 30 seconds to spare. The past few weeks had been a slap on her face. The words kept flashing in her head, “mentally incapable of performing even the simplest of tasks.”  She could feel the angry flushes. That bastard she thought, he will not have his way. At the next stop, a young couple got in. She saw them cuddle, staring in to each other’s eyes, blind to everything around them. She remembered when she would stare into his green eyes; all she wanted was him to feel safe. She still wanted him, as much as she tried to deny it. She couldn’t help but wish bad upon the young couple. She wanted them to have an uproar. That would make her feel better, she thought.

“Miss, miss, this is the last stop, you have to get out.”

She woke up in a startle and checked the time. She let a sigh of relief when she saw she wasn’t late. She apologized to the bus driver and got out. She walked straight ahead. She shrugged when she saw the sign on the door, “Aggressive Representation, Family Law is Our Business.” She knew she had to keep moving forward.

“I’m here to see Mr. Seaward,” she told the lady at the reception. She was taken to room 205. He was already inside wearing a pink shirt. She couldn’t stand men who wore pink. She knew he knew that. He did it purposely to annoy her, she knew that.

“I want everything, every single thing in the house, if not I will not sign the papers,” she said staring him straight in the eyes. He started to argue, but she interrupted, “I said I want everything, take it or leave it.”

“Whatever, give her whatever she wants,” he said finally, all he wanted was for it to be over.

She was doing well. She was ready to sign the papers, when she heard him mumbling, “I told you she was deranged.” She could feel the angry flushes again. She wanted to scream, but there was no sound. She dashed her phone on the floor, picked up the papers and tore them as he stared in disbelief. “Let’s see how you do something as simple as get a divorce, you.. you.. you..” She couldn’t think of anything that was hurtful enough. She ran out and stopped the first taxi she saw. “Take me to the airport,” she told the driver. As the taxi pulled away, she saw him throw his fist at the wall and she smirked to herself.