A Promise: Lindsey Hooper
This microfiction was inspired by the line “I can’t be cooped up anymore,” which came from one of my tweets.
Lisa removed the eggs from the pan and realized she had forgotten all about the toast. She dashed across the kitchen, praying she wasn’t too late. Adam was extremely particular about how he wanted his toast, and she didn’t want to do anything to upset him, especially since she hoped to get his permission to meet Janis for lunch that day. She frantically pulled out the toast and saw that it would not meet Adam’s standards, so she immediately stuck two more pieces in.
“Morning babe. Breakfast will be ready in a second. I’m just waiting on the toast.”
Adam looked at her in disgust.
“It’s sad how incompetent you can be. Is it too much to ask to have my god damn breakfast ready for me?” he screamed.
Lisa apologized and quickly served him his breakfast.
“So honey, Janis called and asked if I could meet her for lunch today. Do you think it’d be okay if I went?”
Adam chuckled.
”You really must be dumb asking questions like that,” he replied.
“Please? It’s only lunch. I can’t be cooped up anymore. I haven’t been out in months.”
“It’s not up for debate. You’ve got too many things to do around here, which better be finished before I get home.”
Adam finished his meal and left for work.
As Lisa watched him walk to the car she made a promise to herself that she would leave him, which was the same promise she made to herself every day before.
Old Flame: Lindsey Hooper
This microfiction was inspired by the line “How about a drink?” from Gloria Anzaldua's Borderlands.
While driving down the interstate on her way to her boyfriend Ben’s house, Emily could barely contain her excitement. She was about halfway there when she heard her phone chime from inside her purse. After rummaging through her oversized handbag, she pulled her phone from amongst the clutter. The moment she saw the name displayed across the screen her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, as thoughts of their past flashed through her mind. It had taken so long for her to overcome the heartbreak and erase him from her mind, and in one split second all of her feelings had resurfaced.
After reading the message which said, “Hey you," she pressed delete and tucked the phone into her purse. She had moved on with her life and found an amazing guy who treated her the way she had always wanted to be treated. As she continued to drive she turned the radio on, hoping it would help to get her mind off of him.
As she turned into Ben’s neighborhood her phone chimed once again. She picked it up and viewed the new message. “Been thinking about you a lot lately. How about a drink?” She couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to text her after putting her through such agony. Emily began to respond to his message. She had every intention on telling him to leave her alone, but she could only manage to type two words, “Okay, where?”
This microfiction was inspired by the line “I can’t be cooped up anymore,” which came from one of my tweets.
Lisa removed the eggs from the pan and realized she had forgotten all about the toast. She dashed across the kitchen, praying she wasn’t too late. Adam was extremely particular about how he wanted his toast, and she didn’t want to do anything to upset him, especially since she hoped to get his permission to meet Janis for lunch that day. She frantically pulled out the toast and saw that it would not meet Adam’s standards, so she immediately stuck two more pieces in.
“Morning babe. Breakfast will be ready in a second. I’m just waiting on the toast.”
Adam looked at her in disgust.
“It’s sad how incompetent you can be. Is it too much to ask to have my god damn breakfast ready for me?” he screamed.
Lisa apologized and quickly served him his breakfast.
“So honey, Janis called and asked if I could meet her for lunch today. Do you think it’d be okay if I went?”
Adam chuckled.
”You really must be dumb asking questions like that,” he replied.
“Please? It’s only lunch. I can’t be cooped up anymore. I haven’t been out in months.”
“It’s not up for debate. You’ve got too many things to do around here, which better be finished before I get home.”
Adam finished his meal and left for work.
As Lisa watched him walk to the car she made a promise to herself that she would leave him, which was the same promise she made to herself every day before.
Old Flame: Lindsey Hooper
This microfiction was inspired by the line “How about a drink?” from Gloria Anzaldua's Borderlands.
While driving down the interstate on her way to her boyfriend Ben’s house, Emily could barely contain her excitement. She was about halfway there when she heard her phone chime from inside her purse. After rummaging through her oversized handbag, she pulled her phone from amongst the clutter. The moment she saw the name displayed across the screen her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, as thoughts of their past flashed through her mind. It had taken so long for her to overcome the heartbreak and erase him from her mind, and in one split second all of her feelings had resurfaced.
After reading the message which said, “Hey you," she pressed delete and tucked the phone into her purse. She had moved on with her life and found an amazing guy who treated her the way she had always wanted to be treated. As she continued to drive she turned the radio on, hoping it would help to get her mind off of him.
As she turned into Ben’s neighborhood her phone chimed once again. She picked it up and viewed the new message. “Been thinking about you a lot lately. How about a drink?” She couldn’t believe that he had the nerve to text her after putting her through such agony. Emily began to respond to his message. She had every intention on telling him to leave her alone, but she could only manage to type two words, “Okay, where?”
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