PrompTuesday # 13

Deb posted the new prompt this morning. But I was too much of a mess to do it this afternoon. Thanks to Schmitty's attempt on my life in the grocery store parking lot. Yes. I'm still bitter. It still hurts. Especially when I try to wear my sunglasses on my head all cute and Mary-like. Ask anyone. I haven't gone a day without sunglasses on my head since I was 15. Until today. And it's no fun.

So, here's the deal. 250 words or less. 10 minutes. Today, I'm throwing in the fact that I'm going to just type for 10 minutes. NO major edits. usually I type full on for five, and allow myself five minutes to go back and re-do everything. And yeah. If I end up a crying mess on the floor, It's not Deb's fault. It's Schmitty's. I blame Schmitty.

Oh yeah, this is PrompTuesday, not listen to Mary complain about her aching head. Here's the prompt:

Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”

She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers…

I couldn't help but think about the last time I saw her. She was moving out of my apartment. I didn’t like her boyfriend -- the boyfriend who became her husband. I had made it clear on several occasions that I thought he was a jerk, so she chose him over me. It still stung a little every time I remembered the fight we'd had and the words I'd said.

The fog was rolling in. Thick fog. The kind that manages to creep under your clothes and make you damp and cold, no matter how warmly you are dressed. It made the cemetery look like something out of a B-rated horror flick. Standing there, watching her walk away into the fog I got a shiver.

“Hey! Wait!” I yelled again and chased after her, hoping that we'd somehow be able to talk. I was hoping that somehow I could fix the rift I’d caused all those years ago. Hoping that now that he was gone, we could be friends again.


*****TIME!*****
Darn.

And now, my friends, tis time for me to go nurse my throbbing head.