My personal secret is that I am loving Selena Gomez’s new song “Come and Get It”. Oh lord, that was hard to even type out. I blast that shit in the car almost everyday. We’ve all got secret music loves that we are embarrassed to admit. Own it! Share yours in the comments below.
Challenge 76: One of my favorite blogs is a project called PostSecret (I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it in a previous post or not) where strangers from across the country – and sometimes around the world – mail in their secrets on the backs of postcards anonymously. An amazing man named Frank Warren collects these cards and posts a selection of them every Sunday. I’d like you to pick one of the “secrets” that are up this week and write a story inspired by it. Maybe it’s from the author of the postcard, or someone who reads the secret and is touched by it. Make it at least 500 words.
Katrina woke up in the morning to the smell of sweat and Jack. As she turned over, she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes. She let out a loud sigh as she took in the image next to her: a snoring, pale man with a Hawaiian tattoo splayed across his back. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand ,exciting the bed one limb at a time.
Creeping down the hallway in search of a bathroom, she tip-toed passed another room with a “Metallica Fans Only” sign across the top of the door. “Gross”, she said under her breath as she continued down the dawn-lit hallway. She finally came to a black and white tiled bathroom and groaned as she took in the dirty toilet. “Disgusting” she said as she lifted the seat with a piece of toilet paper that she had broken off. As Katrina peed, she recalled the events of the night. Unlike most of the people who surrounded her in the downtown bar, she maintained sobriety almost the entire night.
As she crept back down the hallway, Katrina heard a stirring in the room at the end. She tried to recall what she had left in the room. She remembered tossing her purse by the front door as they made their way to the bedroom last night. She looked down at what she had on: boxer shorts and her cami. Shrugging, she turned towards the front part of the townhouse and grabbed her purse. Better to sacrifice a cheap, second-hand dress than to risk an awkward good morning. She opened her purse to inspect the contents. Keys? Check. Wallet? Check.
Katrina squinted as she exited through the front door and into the morning light. She breathed a sigh of relief as she took in the sight of her car, glad that it had not been towed. As she drove through the deserted downtown streets to her house outside of the city, that all-too familiar feeling of regret set in. The feeling never visited when she was actually committing the act: going home with a stranger. It wasn’t the sex that she was looking for, but the warmth of sleeping next to someone. She was so lonely. It stayed with her like a heavy feeling on her chest. The only thing that cured the feeling was the temporary relief of a one-night stand.
She had NEVER behaved this way in the past. But, now it was different. Now she was alone. Sex came with the feeling and like clockwork, every morning she awoke next to a man whom she had met the night before, she automatically felt like a slut. Katrina pulled into the driveway of her two-story home, much too big for one person. But, she couldn’t bring herself to move away. She opened the door and made her way to the shower, to clean off last night’s shame.
As she wiped the foggy mirror with her towel, she heard the doorbell ring. She quickly ran a comb through her damp hair and put on her robe. Heading down the stairs, Katrina glanced through the glass door to see the man she had been with the night before. Confused, she opened the door. “Hi”, Mel said taking in her robed person. “You left in such a hurry that you forgot these,” he said as he handed her a pile of clothes and her shoes, “and your license, that’s how I got your address.” Katrina returned his words with a perplexed glance. “I hope that’s alright,” he added, “I wanted to make sure you were ok.” She didn’t know what to say. This had never happened before, she thought to herself. “Would you like to come in?”, Katrina offered, gesturing to her living room. “I just put on a pot of coffee.” “Sure”, Mel replied, taking the steps up to the door. “Let me get changed”, she added, “I’ll be just a minute.”
Mel glanced around and noticed several picture frames with Katrina and a man in dress blues. As he walked deeper into her living room, he also noticed many awards honoring a “Major Tucker”. He turned quickly as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Who is the guy in the pictures with you?, he asked prying “Are you married?”. Katrina made her way towards Mel with two cups of coffee. “He was my husband”, she replied, looking remorsefully. “He died two years ago.”
Hope you enjoyed the story. Definitely made the ”500 words at least” mark : ).