She sat him down to tell him the news. She had been playing this moment over and over again in her head for the past week since she found out. She still didn’t know what to say. She knew what she had to say, but she was clueless on how to get the words out. Where was she going to start? Was she going to be able to get through it without crying? How was he going to react? She opened her mouth and everything she planned on saying was gone. It was like someone else was speaking through her and all she could do was standby and listen to what sounded like the rambling randomness of someone else’s words.
His head was spinning as she spoke. It seemed like she couldn’t keep a straight train of thought, and he couldn’t keep up with anything she was saying. One minute she was talking about how much she had been looking forward to prom, and how she had already picked out the dress that she would never be able to wear now. Then she went on about graduation and going away to college. How for the entire four years of high school she pictured the dorm room she was never going to see. After all that she said something about rite of passage, or missing out on it, or something.
He was completely lost, trying to decipher the hysterical ups and downs of whatever it was she was trying to say. Then, all of a sudden, it was clear. It was as if he cracked the hidden code in her speech and he was able to finally see the whole picture. It was with that realization that the trouble set in. Her voice faded into background noise behind his own thoughts. After that all he heard were individual words...
Dizzy spells...
Nauseous...
Doctor...
BABY!!!
This post is a response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge . The word this week was ‘trouble’.
His head was spinning as she spoke. It seemed like she couldn’t keep a straight train of thought, and he couldn’t keep up with anything she was saying. One minute she was talking about how much she had been looking forward to prom, and how she had already picked out the dress that she would never be able to wear now. Then she went on about graduation and going away to college. How for the entire four years of high school she pictured the dorm room she was never going to see. After all that she said something about rite of passage, or missing out on it, or something.
He was completely lost, trying to decipher the hysterical ups and downs of whatever it was she was trying to say. Then, all of a sudden, it was clear. It was as if he cracked the hidden code in her speech and he was able to finally see the whole picture. It was with that realization that the trouble set in. Her voice faded into background noise behind his own thoughts. After that all he heard were individual words...
Dizzy spells...
Nauseous...
Doctor...
BABY!!!
This post is a response to this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge . The word this week was ‘trouble’.
I could sense where you were going with this, but you put it plainly as it would be, as it should be.
ReplyDeleteI couldn't imagine the trouble of such a matter; however, one can only hope the young and unprepared find a way to persevere and make it to prom and college and all that they had planned to do.
Creating life is a beautiful thing. However, at such a young age a situation like this could be very scary and overwhelming. From that perspective such a life change could be a troubling thought. Thank you for reading and commenting.
DeleteOh, that is troubling. Thanks for linking up this week. I like the way you ended the piece--just the simple word building to the reveal. Hope to see you back again soon.
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