Prompt: This was the second assignment for my creative writing course. I had to write two different POV's, telling about the same event. I chose to use the characters from the last assignment (see my previous posts)
It was near morning when Kate came home, and her exhilarated feeling quickly passed as she walked into their perfect suburban street. Glancing at her watch, she knew John would be up by now, no doubt waiting for her. He started telling her off before she’d even had the chance to take her shoes of, and she noticed his disgusted look when taking in her appearance. She knew he disliked her loose hair; he thought it was messy. She felt like a child who had stolen candy from the cabinet by the way he reprimanded her, and in a strange way, John reminded her of her dad. Calmly, in that irritating voice of him, he told her she was being irresponsible and that she had to go to work tomorrow. Like she didn’t know. She was perfectly aware of it, and it had been the reason she’d run off for the night in the first place. She was sick and tired of the office, of the led-lights, the constant rumble of the copying machine and the smell of bad coffee from paper cups. She was pretty sure that if John from Secretary would as much as glance at her for being late with her files, she’d step into her boss’s office and resign. She knew it for certain as John finished his reprimand, and she lost her temper. She was sick and tired of this perfect suburban life that was laid out before her for the coming years. She started yelling at him, but he simply walked away, softly shaking his head. Richard had been right. John was impatiently walking around the house, cleaning up the magazines and tea mugs Kate had left behind on the strangest places. He was annoyed at the woman who would be his wife someday. She was carrying a child, damnit, and she had work tomorrow! She couldn’t just go out with friends anymore whenever she felt like it, without regarding her responsibilities. She could be so wild and irresponsible at times. He knew that it was the reason he’d fallen in love with her so many years ago, when she was still with that idiot, Rick or Rich, whatever his name was. He liked to believe that her friends had persuaded her to stay long after she should have gone home, but deep down he knew that Kate had been worse lately. He’d even seen her drinking wine one evening. The thought alone! As his future wife stepped into the kitchen, he realized that her neat knot had fallen out, and her hair was now a mess. She missed an earring and the buttons on her jacket weren’t done. Calmly, in the voice he used with interns at the office, he told her that she was being irresponsible, that she should remember that she still had to go to work, that she should care more about the baby she was carrying. He regarded her as she started to yell at him, but he didn’t listen. Blaming it on pregnancy hormones, he left the kitchen to get ready for work.
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About meWelcome to my blog! This is where I post my stories, occasionally accompanied by personal thoughts. I always post short stories, as I keep the longer ones for myself. My stories are often based on songs. I listen to music a lot (mostly pop punk / punk rock), and often get inspired by melodies, lyrics, or music videos. |