26 Nov – Re-write

Take a post or scene you’ve written and find a new way in by rewriting with another angle.

So, a couple of months ago, I came up with this piece of writing, about Margaret and her dear husband, Walter. However, there’s more to the story.

Daily Prompt – Opening Lines

What’s the first line of the last song you listened to (on the radio, on your music player, or anywhere else)? Use it as the first sentence of your post.

Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air

Sometimes I feel like throwing in the towel

Sometimes I feel like walking away and never looking back

Because sometimes it’s all just too much to take

She told me that I was her everything

I told her she was my light

But we were clearly both deluded

Especially after what I saw that night

You said you were going out with the girls

Whilst I was hanging with the guys

But I left the party early because I wasn’t feeling well

And have got that image burnt into my eyes

I saw her car in the driveway

As I pulled up outside

My keys clinking in the door

And what followed made me cry

I saw the wine bottles on the kitchen bench

And the glasses on the table

As I heard the giggles coming from above

I noticed the clothing on the floor

I saw some socks on the stairwell

which lead to some knickers by the bedroom door

I couldn’t believe the image before me

My wife in bed with another

Another woman, and our family friend

Our little girl’s best friend’s mother

I stood there watching for a moment

Trying to make sense of what I could see

And as you arched your back in absolute ecstasy

You turned and looked at me

But what really hurt the most was that you didn’t stop

My presence there didn’t phase you

Your girlfriend looked up from between your legs

And turned your head back to kiss you

She didn’t even care that I was there

Your husband, your everything

As though I didn’t exist

That just pushed me over the edge

And all I saw was red.

 

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Daily Prompt – Think Again

Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?

It’s very rare that my gut feelings are wrong about people when meeting them for the first time… But it does happen. It’s just a shame I generally hate people and don’t like interacting with them.