So, I have been on a roll with writing lately. I just keep coming up with ideas upon ideas. Sometimes I feel like a writer and sometimes I don't. I feel like sometimes I could be a writer and other times I could be a Writer. The first one not so professional and the second more professional and there is monetary rewards.
So, the following is a new beginning to the story that I had been working on. I guess I am still working on it - the story with the girl who gets shot at the bus stop.
“Isaac!”
“Yes, my love.”
“Will you please come here?”
“Um, I am kind of busy at the moment.”
“Seriously?”
Jordan is five feet and five inches tall and has trouble reaching the top shelf in the cupboards. The stepstool was missing in action so she needed some help reaching fixings for dinner.
“Isaac, will you please help me? It’ll take you like five minutes.”
“Fine.” He closed out of the windows he had open on his computer and shut it off. He figured he should spend some time with Jordan before she left for work for the night. He’d be asleep by the time she got home since he had to work early the next morning.
“I just need the spaghetti noodles and the olive oil,” she told him as he walked into the kitchen.
“Spaghetti again?” He bit the inside of his cheek and squinted one eye.
“Would you like something else?”
“No,” he said, “spaghetti is fine I guess.”
Jordan set the pot of water on the burner and turned it on. She went to the fridge and got the meat and the onion out. She wore a surgical mask while she cut onions so she wouldn’t cry. Her mother tried teaching her the trick to cut an onion without crying but she never remembered it.
Isaac sat down on the couch and turned the game on. It didn’t matter who was playing, it was always more important than anything else.
“How long until its ready,” he asked.
“It could be done faster if you helped,” she said.
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