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For today’s wave, let’s write about a dream come true.
remembers: As we mentioned yesterday, these claims are just starting points; You are free to go wherever a flash of inspiration takes you.
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Here is my attempt at making dreams come true:
Jay stopped at the entrance, eating bags gently crashing into his thigh. Beth sat at their dining-room table, but she did not look at him.
“Poppys had some coupons,” Jay said. He cleared his throat and laid the bags on the table, his laptop bag slid off his shoulder. “A tough day?”
“I have to tell you something,” Beth said.
“Yeah okay.” Jay pulled the chair closest to her and sat down. Try to ignore the way the back of his neck is sweating.
There was a pause. something long. He was so quiet that he could hear Marty across the street mowing the lawn.
Jay, who was never good at silence, broke first. “Will you tell me, or-“
“I do not want to get married.”
where to sit “Um. All right.”
“OK?” Finally, I met his eyes. “That’s all you have to say?”
“I’m, like, being treated here, darling.” Jay untied his tie and ran his hand through his hair. “Do you mean you don’t want to get married this year or at all?”
Jay watched her eyes slip away from his eyes again. “Absolutely, at all or … with me at all? “
“I do not know.”
“Are you… I mean, is there someone else?”
“No. God no. And stop pausing so much when you speak!”
He wanted to laugh about it – she was always so nervous about the strangest things – but then thought she might scream at him more. He fiddled with the end of his tie before pushing the food bags away. They shrieked out loud. Beth’s shoulders were very tense, she was almost on her ears.
“I mean.” Jay stop. His voice cleared. That wasn’t a pause, was it? “I mean, I wish you had told me this before we put all deposits on things. And they sent out invitations.”
“God knows.” Pete covered her face in her hands. Her voice choked. “I’m so sorry, I just-“
“Hey, come on,” Jay said. He reached out to take her wrist. Then he looked back and let his hand fall between them on the table. “Look, I’m glad you told me.”
calm. Then, “Yes?”
He was laughing. “Yes. I don’t want to be married to someone who doesn’t want to marry me.”
Beth laughed a little too, but she wasn’t happy. She inhaled and pulled her hands down to see how red her eyes were. “I’m sorry.”
“indeed.” He fiddled with his tie more. “Hey, we should eat the chicken before it’s cold and less crisp.”
I stared at.
He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying! You’re not planning to leave now or anything, are you?”
“do you want me to go.”
This time, I thought a pause would be appreciated. “No, my dear. Not unless you wish to.”
shriveled I watched him empty the food and put a little plastic in her path. and ground into the first chicken leg, which he knew was more satisfying than when he steamed the bag, and the mixture became soggy and weird.
“So, you don’t want to break up?” He asked when the pile of discarded bones was a little higher among them.
“number.” She tried to wipe the back of her hand across her fat mouth.
“Me too.” He gave her a handkerchief. “We just can’t get married?”
“Are you really going to be okay with that?”
They have been together for nearly 10 years; He was used to reading it now. She grabs a chicken thigh in front of her face, partly to hide her expression and partly to give herself something to do. She was not making eye contact with him. Her elbows were pulled to her sides.
She was tense. And sad. And you don’t want to break up.
“Beth, I just want to be with you.” Jay pointed at her with the tip of a chicken wing. “I want to trade out dining nights and let you spend so much time picking a movie that we even fall asleep without watching anything. I want to go on vacations together and spend the holidays listening to your Uncle Bob oscillate between discussing his latest health crisis and screaming about government conspiracies.”
Beth burst out laughing. “Oh, no, not Uncle Bob.”
“Especially Uncle Bob.” He threw a chicken wing over the pile of bones. “I don’t know, baby. Whatever happens, we can talk about it. because I love you. And I want eternal happiness with you.”
“But that’s for people who get married,” she said.
“No. It’s for people who meet soulmates. The rest is just details,” he said.
She inhaled and wiped her face with a greasy tissue. “Oh my God, you’re sap. I love you too.”
Something settled in Jay. Pick the last piece of chicken from the box. “You got this today because you scared the crap out of me.”
“Fair,” Beth said. “But only this time.”