Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #30

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

Makes ya wonder. Who is she that her entire life might be a lie? Is she someone the government has created? Someone that holds a special significance to the future or past that could destroy the world? Is her husband lying about himself to protect her? Or is he an immediate danger to her? Had bumping her head returned her to her true self?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.

5 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #30

  1. jeff7salter says:

    “So, Honey,” said Alise, with a detectable sneer. “Let me hear all about your childhood again.”
    “We’ve been over that,” he replied. “I was adopted… by an elderly couple.”
    “But I’ve since found out there are no official records of that adoption,” she countered.
    “Well, I was only an infant at the time, so I wasn’t able to give them any legal advice, but they lived out on a farm and it was a long drive to the city…”
    “Sure. Sure.” She edged closer. “Now tell me again how and where you got your newspaper training. Which journalism school did you attend?”
    “Uh, gosh. It was kind of a crash course. Not one of the ivy league schools or anything.”
    “In fact,” she added, “it wasn’t any school. Not even community college.”
    “Well I went to high school,” he replied, his voice nearly squeaking with anxiety.
    “Yes, a tiny high school in a small town… middle of nowhere.”
    “Hey, Alise, what’s this all about? You know me, you married me, for heaven’s sake. What’s with all the cross-examination?”
    “Actually, I married a reporter named Clark who said he was born in Smallville. But now I know you’re really Kal-el from a solar system with a red sun. Does the name Krypton ring any bells?”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Ahhh…very clever, Jeff. I had no idea where you were going with it until “Clark”. Love it!

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    and to think I almost but “Clark” in the first few lines.

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  4. “Let me see it again,” she grasped his hand.
    “Why? You know all about it, You’ve seen it more than once.” he tried to pull her hand off his to no avail. “Why?”
    “I just want to make sure your claims are…legit. Now, come on. Hand it over.”
    “This is humiliating. It could seriously damage any further interaction with each other.”
    “I just want to see it.”
    “Again, why?”
    “If I don’t get a look at it, there won’t be any interaction at all!”
    He looked down, shaking his head, hissing “bitch” under his breath.
    “I saw that. And heard it. So, do it again then hand it over to me, like, now.”
    He sighed deeply and pulled it out of his pants, rolling his eyes as he did it. The he grasped her own hand and put it into her waiting palm.
    “There, damn you! Satisfied now?”
    “More than satisfied. Now I know you’re lying and have been from the first time we met.”
    “How do you know I’m lying?”
    She waved the small piece of paper in front of his face.
    “This is how I know. See? Signature is the same but the name is different. I figured if I could ruffle your feathers enough, you’d slip up and make a mistake. Ouch!” she rubbed a hand over her the top of her head. “I mean, I already knew you were lying, I just wanted a physical way to prove it to myself. Just so I wasn’t lying to myself that I knew.”
    “That doesn’t make sense,” he said.
    “Well, not to you, but it does affect our interaction. Permanently. Sorry, Mister.”

    ~~~~~

    Not very good but I’m trying to get things together now.

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  5. jbrayweber says:

    Cute, Patti! I can visualize their tussle. 😀

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