-Catching up on the ole Five Sentence Fiction. This prompt is a few weeks old. Bit...heavy. I dunno, I'm tryin' somethin'. Also, maybe not so much strictly inspired by the word 'wicked' which connotes a bit of playfulness. Ah well. This goes with my next 5 Sentence Fiction for the prompt 'scorching' which I'll put up next.
Wicked
On a
Monday afternoon in 1985, Lydia Cassidy calls Barbara Norris and makes her
fears known: That new man at church is obviously trouble and shouldn’t be
babysitting children, and did she know that Barabara's daughter burst into
tears at Vacation Bible School and pounded her group leader with tiny fists
when the older girl tried to escort her to the bathroom?
Barbara’s
hands shake as the adrenaline flows and she says, “You must have a really dirty
mind, Mrs.Cassidy, and I think you
have mental problems.”
She
tries to slam the phone down but she is shuddering with such violence that she
misses the receiver.
She
stands from the dining room table, grimacing at a nick in the otherwise
flawless walnut and plans the rest of her day, shoving the phone call to the
back of her mind as it will be dealt with later (“Lydia Cassidy screamed
horrible things at me over the phone!”).
Barbara
catches a reflection of her own stubborn beauty in the glass of the china
cabinet and glances away, thinking that Lydia
Cassidy has always been so dramatic, and these things are quite common.
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