01/25/2018 - Penuary
The Only One I Kill [WIP: opening page]
Brisa grabbed the knife and sliced right through the sandwich. The strawberry jam oozed out from between the peanut butter. The wheat bread soaked it up. She has to eat this, Brisa thought. She sighed and walked back to the living room with the sandwich and milk. Her mother, Lora, sat in her recliner flipping through the channels. She had been doing this for a few minutes now as she complained about nothing being on.
“Those damn TV idiots wouldn’t know what a good show was even if it slapped them in the face,” Lora grumbled. Brisa chuckled at her mother, who was a retired Telenovela star.
“Here you go,” Brisa said as she placed the food on the little dinner table.
“I’m not hungry,” Lora snapped.
“You haven’t eaten all day.”
“I’m not hungry!” she yelled and tried to push the food off the table, but Brisa caught it before it could fall. Milk did spill though.
“You’re unbelievable, Mother. Just eat the god damn food. The doctor said you need to eat more so you can keep your strength.”
“Screw the doctor. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Brisa grunted. “You’ve become so shallow and childish since you got cancer.”
Lora’s angry expression quickly changed to a look of utter grief. Brisa knew the moment she had said it, she regretted it. “How dare you?” Lora whispered.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Brisa replied as her phone began to ring. Saved by the bell. “Just eat your food,” she muttered and walked away. “Hello?” she said answering the phone and listened. “Alright, I’m on my way,” she replied and hung up.
“Who died this time?” Lora asked her daughter. Brisa rolled her eyes at her mother.
“No one,” Brisa replied. “They found the man that killed the doctor last week.”
Lora smiled. Brisa was taken aback by it. “My little girl, the homicide detective. I’m proud of you.”
Brisa blushed a little. “Thanks, Mom,” she replied and started to head out. “Bye.” Just as she turned the corner to get to the garage, Brisa saw her mother wave to her as she grabbed a slice of the peanut butter and jam sandwich. Brisa grinned. She knew her mother was going to be alright, at least for now.
#write20for31 #penuary2018
Brisa grabbed the knife and sliced right through the sandwich. The strawberry jam oozed out from between the peanut butter. The wheat bread soaked it up. She has to eat this, Brisa thought. She sighed and walked back to the living room with the sandwich and milk. Her mother, Lora, sat in her recliner flipping through the channels. She had been doing this for a few minutes now as she complained about nothing being on.
“Those damn TV idiots wouldn’t know what a good show was even if it slapped them in the face,” Lora grumbled. Brisa chuckled at her mother, who was a retired Telenovela star.
“Here you go,” Brisa said as she placed the food on the little dinner table.
“I’m not hungry,” Lora snapped.
“You haven’t eaten all day.”
“I’m not hungry!” she yelled and tried to push the food off the table, but Brisa caught it before it could fall. Milk did spill though.
“You’re unbelievable, Mother. Just eat the god damn food. The doctor said you need to eat more so you can keep your strength.”
“Screw the doctor. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
Brisa grunted. “You’ve become so shallow and childish since you got cancer.”
Lora’s angry expression quickly changed to a look of utter grief. Brisa knew the moment she had said it, she regretted it. “How dare you?” Lora whispered.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Brisa replied as her phone began to ring. Saved by the bell. “Just eat your food,” she muttered and walked away. “Hello?” she said answering the phone and listened. “Alright, I’m on my way,” she replied and hung up.
“Who died this time?” Lora asked her daughter. Brisa rolled her eyes at her mother.
“No one,” Brisa replied. “They found the man that killed the doctor last week.”
Lora smiled. Brisa was taken aback by it. “My little girl, the homicide detective. I’m proud of you.”
Brisa blushed a little. “Thanks, Mom,” she replied and started to head out. “Bye.” Just as she turned the corner to get to the garage, Brisa saw her mother wave to her as she grabbed a slice of the peanut butter and jam sandwich. Brisa grinned. She knew her mother was going to be alright, at least for now.
#write20for31 #penuary2018
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