Friday, September 3, 2010

#FridayFlash #200words Disaster Relief

"Hey, darlin, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to make eye contact through her steepled fingers in front of her face.

“I’m just tryin’ to help, that’s all.  I got junkies who don’t want the diapers for their kids, they want money to buy diapers for their kids, which they won’t, I got grandmas too proud to take a box of food, I got roofers with busted fingers too scared to go to a doctor cause they’ll have to give a name…” her words petered out as she wiped another tear from her jawline.  She had given up trying to catch them in the vicinity of her eyes.

“Lemme see if I can cheer you up.  Another beer!” he said to the bartender, leaning in toward her and smiling.
“Oh no, I’m one over my limit.  And two over my limit for deciding to go home with somebody.”

“You’re a very smart lady,” he said. “I’ll call you a cab.”

“And you are charming.  Really.” She said.  And he was.  He had an easy way about him, an easy way with a smile that showed he liked people and liked being around people.  She smiled.

“There y’go,” he said.  “Cheered up.”

2 comments:

Rachel Sacks Bowen said...

I'm enjoying the pitter-patter of your fingers on the keyboard ;-) Keep up the Flash Friday!

VenetianBlond said...

Aw, thanks! I should be incorporating it into my playwriting. Two page flash of dialogue? Multitasking, you know.