Free Write: A bit different

 

Today's Free Write was a bit different. Julia was away and sent her Free Write by email. Instead of a café sit, Rick, D-L and Sherlock, went to the weekly village marché for their veggies, had tea from the food cart before writing to Rick's prompt: “She giggled to herself, because sometimes you had to, or else you’d go mad”  taken from Mick Heron from London Rules.

Rick's Free Write

They had just had sex. She couldn’t call it making love. It had become too perfunctory.

Gazing at him naked on the bed, asleep already, she giggled to herself – because sometimes you have to, or else you’d go mad.

The tension in their marriage had not come suddenly. There were no major triggers. It had crept on gradually as their divergent interests diverged.

He was near-totally absorbed in his work, designing software for government surveillance systems, a concept she detested for its intrusiveness. He had gotten the job after they were married, of course, or else she’d never have married him. There was no challenge – the money was too good, he said.

She had compensated by becoming a semi-professional protestor; he thought she was having coffee with the girls every weekend.

Last week, if he could have taken his eyes off the computer, he might have seen her on the TV news.

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Julia's Free Write

Oh dear, what had they done now?

She entered her home after a week’s hospital stay, only to find that things had been totally changed.

Gone her carpets – carpets bought way back when she and her husband had just married.

Moved around to a corner spot – but no longer in front of the TV - her favorite recliner: the one where she could doze off if the news got boring or the current series didn’t live up to expectations.

And where had all her favorite  photos gone?

OK, she was getting older and perhaps not as steady on her feet as she used to be, but for Pete’s sake (who was he by the way?) did they have to make like she was totally decrepit? 

She loved her children dearly, so she giggled to herself because sometimes you had to, or else you’d go mad. 

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D-L's Free Write

Mags ran through the chapel's side door to the outside where she couldn't stop laughing. She was missing the eulogies for her father quiet in his coffin at the front of the altar.

From the time she was a young girl, she would get a giggle attack at the most inappropriate times: when a teacher was angry, when a boy pulled Santa's beard off in shopping mall, in the middle of her wedding vows. 

Her husband no longer thought it was cute. He was threatening to divorce her, if she didn't get it under control.

Her father's eulogies she thought, should be for some other man, not him.

He'd been was a man who made oodles and oodles of money. The word oodles sent her into another giggle spasm. Better she not go back into the chapel. She could tell people she had an attack of diarrhea.That thought brought on more giggles.

Maybe she was mad as her husband said.

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