This week’s GBE 2 writing prompt is, “Pick a line from a book and write from there.” I chose the book, the perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.
In seeped the quiet, pushing out the echoing shatter of the dirty dinner plates, the half full gravy boat and the serving platter that still held a few remaining pieces of meatloaf. What pieces hadn’t broken against the wall, fractured on impact with the ceramic tile.
I’d just “lost it” as the kids would say, right in the middle of the daily dinner banter. The last thing I remembered was Jessica mentioning that the French class was planning a trip to Paris during spring break.
Slowly, steadily the heavy pounding of my heart eased with each measured breath and then a sob, deep from my gut, bringing with it an equal amount of uncontrollable laughter and tears. I pulled the pillow tighter over my face, rocking on the bed, muffling the noise.
Oh God, it felt good to let go. To be angry and scream and throw things and walk away.
Finally, spent, I lay there as it got dark outside, sounds of our daily life slowly filtering into my thoughts. The low, short groan of the dishwasher as it made its final rinse, the hum of the television in the family room, Jason on the phone in his room.
A soft knock on the door announced Bob as he peeked his head in.
“Hey darlin’”, he says quietly. “Want some company”?
He lies on the bed next to me, pulling me gently across his chest as he wraps his arms around me. I feel it radiating off him. He knows.