Writers Prompt Challenge #2 Writer’s Hub
Carla was angry, she was furious. She had trusted Kyle again and he had cheated on her just like the last time. She sat in her living room on a Saturday night her gut churning and she thought to herself ” [r]ight now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp and she’s probably getting frisky. Right now [Kyle’s] probably buying her some fruity little drink because she can’t shoot whisky. Right now he’s probably up behind her with a pool stick showing her how to shoot a combo.” The images went round in her head. “He’s probably doing this. . .” and ” he’s probably doing that . . .” and what could she do about it, then the answer came to her in an instant.
That stupid truck of his, that he loved more than her. That awful machine that growled in anger every time it sped up. That dumb Chevy that he was so proud of. ” I wonder” she said aloud ” How he would feel if I [dug] my keys into his pretty little souped up four-wheel drive, carved my name into his leather seats. [I’ll take] a Louisville slugger to both headlights, slash a hole in all four tires, [then] maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.” She picked up her Louisville slugger, grabbed her keys, and headed for the door, “yes” she laughed, “[m]aybe, next time he’ll think before he cheats.”
But on the way the way to the bar where Kyle had his truck parked Carla began to think about what he might be doing with some tramp in the bar again . . . ” [r]ight now she’s probably up singing some white trash version of Shania karaoke, Right now she’s thinking I’m drunk and [Kyle’s] thinking that he’s going to get lucky. Right now he’s probably dabbing on four dollars worth of that bathroom polo, but [Kyle} don’t know . . .” Carla thought to herself in glee. She grabbed the slugger and ran her hand up the side as she parked her car a distance from the truck. She got out of her car, saw Kyle’s beautiful shiny and disgusting truck in front of her in the bar parking lot and began to break it. Glass shattered, leather ripped, metal dented, and headlights broke. “Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats…” Carla laughed.She thought that “[she] might have saved a little trouble for the next girl, because the next time that [Kyle] cheats . . . it [wouldn’t] be on [her] . . . no not on me” she said in a high-pitched maniac voice. She giggled and began smashing Kyle’s beloved truck to pieces and shards again.
Before He Cheats