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Making Amends

Welcome to Day 26 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing, the creative writing challenge that 4 out of 5 teachers agree is the reason for dunce caps. Today’s prompt is Deal With It,  and you can thank CheesyMike for this one. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you participated in today’s challenge before you were sent to the corner.

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Making Amends

desert road

I’ve been walking for hours now, putting one foot in front of the other. The sun is hot and I’m out of water. I’m glad of it; the heat and the thirst take my mind off of the reason I’m walking down this damn road to begin with.

“Take me with you,” she said.

I hear a familiar rumble behind me. At least a half dozen cars have passed me by without even slowing. My thirst convinces me to turn and stick my thumb out even though my mind knows the odds I’ll get a ride are slim to none. I turn and as my arm comes up and my thumb sticks out, I miss a step. A dusty black Charger is headed toward me. And slowing down. I turn again and continue walking forward, wondering if the heat and thirst have got me hallucinating.

Then the car is keeping pace beside me. She calls out to me, “Hey! Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

I keep walking.

“You were right. Honest Abe was a lyin’ sack of shit.”

Tell me something I didn’t know. I’d pegged him from the moment he opened his lyin’ sack of shit mouth. I shit you not.

“Please get in the car. I said I was sorry!”

There was something in her voice that got to me. I turned my head to look at her, briefly, but it was enough to set her off.

“You were right, okay? I messed up. It’s not the first time and it won’t be the last so you’ll just have to deal with it!”

I considered her words. I’d fucked up plenty in my life. My bit of unfinished business in California was a chance for me to make something right. And from there… well, from there we’d just have to see.  But now, now was Emma. And I broke from my thoughts long enough to realize she wasn’t driving alongside me anymore. I turned and looked back.

She’d stopped the car about two feet back and had gotten out. “Deal with it, or don’t.” She chucked the keys at me, turned and started to walk back up the road. Without looking back, she called out, “I’d finally decided, you know. Right before we met Abe.”

She knew that would hook me. I yelled back, “What was it?”

“James.”

I looked down the road, then back at her. “Get in the car, Emma.”

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  • Cadeaux

    I think I missed one of your parts. I’ll have to go back and have to see. Or it could have been the Ambien. Hell if I know – I could have been hallucinating myself. I might have hallucinated this whole contest…and the badger.

    If I did, I’m going to write about a badger named Emma who so happens to have no face. 🙂

  • Oh, man, I’m confused. Is Cooter still in this story?

  • Yeah, I was so relieved when it wasn’t him under that cross.

  • Hey Nicky! I’m confused like Dufus, but for different reasons; my age, gender and nationality. Actually, maybe they ARE the same reasons? But I’m still intrigued, so please finish the tale! Indigo x

  • Okay, I’m totally in love with these two characters, but now I’m really really curious about the next part! You only have two more days, my love, better write a longer piece tomorrow. 😉

  • Oh God! I love this! I love these characters too! You are so awesome!

  • I’m glad you are keeping the story going. Like Ziva, I can’t wait to see what the next two days hold in store for them.

  • I am waiting with baited breath for more!

  • Do neither of them actually want to be in the car?

  • If that car has air conditioning they both need to get in …NOW. I am also waiting anxiously for the next installment.

  • Maybe we’re all hallucinating, Mariann. Pass the Ambien, will you? 🙂

  • Yes, he’s the one in the back row and he’s wearing a blue shirt. He’s standing next to the blonde woman with the little boy. Is that better? 🙂

  • Don’t feel bad, Indigo. I’m confused by Dufus too. Oh wait, you said “like Dufus” and not “by Dufus”. Never mind.

  • I’m really curious about the next part, too. Every time I start a segment, I think it’s the last one and then it isn’t.

  • Thank you, hon, thank you so much. I’ve grown kind of fond of them too. Which is good since they just won’t leave me be!

  • Thanks, Linda. I didn’t really have much choice about keeping the story going. They keep bugging me to tell it. 🙂

  • I’ll try not to keep you waiting too long! 🙂

  • Both of them want to be in the car, P.J. Sometimes, though, there’s just not enough room. 🙂

  • I think the only thing worse than arguing in the heat is arguing in the cold! 🙂

  • But honest Abe NEVER lies! Does he?

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  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    I hope this story has a happy ending. A steamy hot girl-girl happy ending. Maybe in the Charger somewhere in the middle of the desert. With suntan lotion and cowgirl boots.

    You’ve got me hooked, Nicky. I mean that seriously, despite what I what I just wrote. That was for me.

    Still, if it happens to end that way, I won’t mind.

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  • It seems he does, Katherine. I’m sorry. 🙂

  • Way to spoil the surprise ending for everyone, Michael. 🙂

  • 🙂

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