Oh Edward...A Short Story

Weekly Writing Prompt

This one was fun (at least, for me...). For those who don't know what the Weekly Writing Prompt is, basically some cool bloggers (Nicole and Carrie this week) and others post a picture and five words on their blogs each week. Your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to write a short story, 500 word max, using both the photo and the five words. Here are the original rules:

1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story.
2) Keep your word count 500 words or less.
3) You have until next Wednesday to link up your post.
4) Link up with your blog hostess when you're done via the inLinkz linky.
5) Have fun, don't stress, let those creative juices flow.

Go to Nicole's site: HERE, or Carrie's site: HERE and post your story. Come on! It's fun! The five words for this week are:

Bill

Chisel

Title

System

Bicycle

Here's what I came up with. Enjoy!

Oh Edward...

            “Gina! There’s snow on the satellite dish!” William yelled at his wife who took the advantage of a college football game to escape from her husband for a few hours and cozy up (for the third time…) to Volume One of Stephanie Meyer’s world of teenagers, werewolves, angst, love, and redemption.

            “Well, Bill! Go outside and brush it off!” Gina answered back, matching her spouse’s tone, volume, and emotional timber. “Use that invention of yours,” Gina said. The housewife enamored with young adult literature heard her husband get off the couch in a quest to re-establish communication from the game being played in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, beamed to a satellite 275 miles above the surface of the earth, then down to their home in Hannibal, Missouri.

            William cursed as he rose from the couch and stomped through the kitchen. He moves pretty fast when he wants to, Gina thought as Meyer’s words transported her to a world of arboreal wonder. “That dish system is worse than cable!” William’s screamed, as he slammed the door to the garage.

            Gina knew William’s string of obscenities would likely continue once he entered the garage and tried to find his homemade satellite cleaning implement stashed somewhere in the clutter. Swear words, muffled through the rather thin walls separating the home from the garage, proved Gina right.

            As she tried again to lose herself in the pages of Ms. Meyer’s story (the title of which is known worldwide…) Gina heard a crash coming from inside the garage. After a moment of silence, William’s profanity began with renewed vigor. If the silence continued, Gina knew her husband was hurt; his resumed tirade told his wife that he was unharmed. Gina next heard the sound of objects being thrown about…a box, a garden hose (maybe…), the bicycle William just had to have but has never rode. That thing must have been buried good, Gina thought as the sound of items becoming airborne continued.

            “Must have found it,” Gina said to herself as she turned yet another page and heard the sound of the garage door opening. William didn’t like being outside, especially in the cold. He’ll get that dish cleaned and he’ll be back soon. Oh Edward…, Gina thought as a printed page gently fell upon one previously read.

            As Edward wooed Bella Gina heard the garage door close, the scraper-thing tossed back into another heap, and the door from the garage to the kitchen open. Her husband had slain the beast—humanity triumphed once again over the cruelness of nature. The wife heard her husband make his way to the couch.

            “You get it cleared off?” Gina asked, her tone exactly matching her indifference.

            “Yeah,” William said as his excess settled into the overburdened furniture. “The snow froze on the dish so I had to chisel it off. “Damn dish! It’s worse than cable!”

            “That’s nice, dear,” his wife responded. Oh, Edward… Gina thought again.

Word Count:  490