Clouds tighten on the
horizon at the end of the six-lane highway. Julie grips the wheel at a precise
ten-o’clock-two-o’clock angle and repeatedly demurs to adrenaline-crazed slaloming
lane-changers. She tries to shrug the frown lines from her forehead as she considers
the neighbors motives. Calling the office to complain, who does that? Yet, seeping
through her annoyance is a sinking feeling that she should not take it out on
them. Surely they were doing her a favor, probably heading off another five
identical phone calls. She wonders if this is how people lose their jobs. That
kind of personal commotion at work never goes unremarked.
The tightly-packed
clouds have settled over the driveway. Julie feels them twist around her head
as she gets out of the car, as she bends to pick up an empty baggie from the
lawn. The blood rushing to her head feels purposeful and necessary.
She has only to push
and the front door opens. Ashtrays and teacups are strewn around an ancient
bong on the attic-door coffee table . Reclining languidly against the oversized
batik cushions on the hardwood floor is her flesh and blood, whose otherwise foggy-eyed face lights up in unabashed
pleasure as she focuses on Julie.
“Hey,” she drawls. “How
was your day?”
“I had another phone
call,” Julie says carefully.
“The Carsons, right?”
“The Carsons, yes.” Through
a window Julie catches sight of a beat-up Volkswagen Beetle rolling silently
away from the curb. “It seems the Carsons and everyone else in the neighborhood
have had enough of you and your hippy-ass friends. They’re tired of hearing the
Mamas and the Papas on endless repeat. And they’ve asked me again to deal with
those potted plants in the back patio.”
“Busy bodies. They
need to get a life. Get tuned in and turned on.”
Julie retrieves her
mother’s silk chiffon headscarf from the floor. She takes a swipe at the coffee
table with it.
“The sixties are dead,
Mom,” she says. “Long live the sixties.”
333 wordsincluding ASS 3. (adverb/adjective) often
vulgar—often used as a postpositive intensive especially with words of
derogatory implication
Without taking away anything from the other paragraphs - I love the second one and those tightly packed clouds. I live in a hippy town and have hippy-ass friends. Professional hippy-ass friends. Though some do grow and smoke pot, but it's all business here. Great writing, kymm, each and every time.
ReplyDeleteYou are like a perpetual ray of sunshine on my blog, Steph : )
DeleteFunny, I wanted a different-ass word, and hippy-ass spoke to me. Love that you have professional hippy-ass friends!
And thank you so much for your sunshine!
Brilliant! Turning the usual mother-daughter relationship on an ear was a perfect idea. Julie's long-suffering tone throughout the piece really pulled it together.
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you, ma'am!
DeleteNot that they read it, but I figured I'd save myself some grief if I left my daughters out of it and reverse vented : )
Your details and descriptions create excellent tension. You sketch out just enough setting and create a distinct voice. Great work!
ReplyDeleteThose are such nice things to say. Thank you kindly, Margit!
DeleteI LOVE hippy-ass friends. That is great. The imagery is also marvelous here, particularly the way Julie's dread is also used to set the era towards the end of the piece.
ReplyDeleteHaha Glad you liked it. Thanks for the love, Jessie!
DeleteHippy-ass: what a great use of this week's prompt! Great story too.
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DeleteThanks so much, Kristin!
That was a creative use of the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Draug!
DeleteHa! Love "hippy ass."
ReplyDeleteIt's such a strange twist of life when you have to start parenting your parent. You've conveyed that vividly here. I want to buy poor Julie a drink. I think she could use one. :)
I definitely wrote Julie as someone who would gladly accept that drink!
DeleteThank you for the love, Ivy!
I loved how you flipped the script on the stereotypical grown up kid living in mom's basement situation. And this is just thick with description. Love it.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I started out with hippie-ass, so it kind of flipped itself.
DeleteAppreciate the Trifecta love!
Hippy-ass. Nice. This week's prompt has certainly added to my vocabulary. :)
ReplyDeleteHaha I hear ya on the vocab, but don't know that I'll actually use much!
DeleteThanks for the nice, Michael!
Very creative and well-written!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, H.L.!
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