Writing Prompt | Fancy

"Fancy meeting you here," she said.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.

“So, nice to see you, too,” the woman returned and avoided eye contact.

They focused on the iceberg lettuce, and

exchanged pleasantries.

She pretended to care.

Wanting to be as ambivalent as she was to her father.

Her treatment of him undeserved, unwarranted, unfair.

Her esophagus gurgled and burned.

The vomit bubbled upward.

She continued to smile.

Her throat was on fire.

Her tongue ready to disarm, and

spew hate and contempt for

the mother, who never was.

She dropped a head of lettuce in the basket.

“Nice to see you again,” she said.

Note: Want to play? Go to a Thin Spiral Notebook and learn more. Here’s the snippet: Using “FANCY” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied.

9 comments on “Writing Prompt | Fancy

  1. I could so feel that burn… hate is a heavy burden…

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    • I guess I can imagine that hate, but then again, I can’t ever imagine feeling that way about my own mother.

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      • Me neither. And whenever I hear about situations where a child loathes a parent, I am so taken aback. Mind you, my late husband and his mother did not have the best relationship and I have since inherited her… not having fun at all. Ah well, life and all that schtuff..

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  2. The sort of angst only a mother can provoke.

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  3. Hate may as well have a deed of ownership, huh?
    Love your prompt posts, Karen! We never know what to expect, and that’s great stuff.


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    • Like you, I never know either. Hate is certainly not the wonder drug; we just seek drugs to kill its pain. Happy humpday!

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      • I had this really interesting conversation with my son, like ten years ago after going to see one of the Dark Knight movies. He asked me why the good guys always win. I told him that it’s a Hollywood thing, on the one hand. But then I delved a tad bit deeper and talked about how certain peeps (the bad guys) want to own, while the good guys (most of ’em anyway) recognize that owning anything is an illusion. So really, hate is owning and owning is an illusion . . so those who are grateful for the time and place we are simply borrowing . . they usually find what they’re looking for.

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