This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme. The idea is simple and brilliant: write and post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the current weekly prompt: “the prefix de-, with a bonus for the suffix -ed”.
This snippet is from my April CampNaNoWriMo project: Transitions, Volume #1 of my Kifo Island Chronicles novella series-in-progress. This series was born as my A-Z Challenge for 2014, in the form of 26 flash fiction stories. It’s unedited except for typos, with more repetition and less clarity than it will eventually have. This bit is from Scene 4, and deals with a love-triangle in the making…Terrance has just learned that his longtime husband, Barry, has kissed Corinne, a young potter whose shop they’re visiting. Now the spouse and his unexpected rival are sparring in the aftermath…
“That was cruel. He deserved better than that.”
He’d thought the girl was all sweetness, with nothing beneath but more sweetness. But, like Barry, she had bedrock beneath.
“Cruel, how?” Terrance smiled, and knew it wasn’t pleasant. “Seems to me it’s a hell of a lot crueler to get someone all hot and bothered, and then not follow through. I defused the time bomb you set; that’s all.”
She took three steps toward him, then stopped. “Maybe next time, we won’t stop.” Her chin was up, and the fire in her eyes was a surprise. She put her hands on her hips, and glared at him. “We did it as a courtesy to you, you know.”
Terrance decided that he would’ve liked it better if she’d denied it, the way he’d thought she would. If she had, there would’ve been a chance that it wouldn’t go any further than it had. But if she was willing to be forthright, if she was unashamed… “You kissed my husband, defiled my marriage, and you call it a courtesy?”
“I defiled it?” She came to the chair, and Terrance tensed, but she only knelt and picked up two large pieces of the bell. “Barry said you’ve cheated – a lot more than just once. How the hell does a kiss, even a passionate one, defile a commitment more than that does?” She held the shards of the pottery close to her chest. “You broke this intentionally, didn’t you?”
Terrance sneered, and ignored the hurt in her question. “What are your intentions toward my husband?”
“I’m not sure.” Again, she was honest; Terrance wished that she’d give him some reason to hate her. “What are yours?”
“Mine? None of your blasted business, little girl. He’s my husband. I don’t need to explain or justify anything to you, or anyone but Barry Kelmore.”
“If he were someone else, you probably would’ve destroyed your marriage years ago.” She got up, and put the shards on the table in front of him. “Just like you destroyed this bell. I made it for my mother, when I was twelve -”
“And did you take it back, the way you tried to take my husband?”
“My mother is deceased.” Four short words that deflated his pleasure in the moment of destruction.
“I’m sorry,” Terrance said, and meant it. “Sometimes I don’t think before I act.”
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