Got this exercise from Bone. Took about ten minutes. Am writing one for next week around a title “Capote is God.” .
It wasn’t her birthday. They didn’t even have a song. she didn’t understand why he wanted to splurge on her.
When she had been born, somebody had forgotten to attach the rulebook for male/female relationships. It was going to be their fifth date, and she couldn’t, she just couldn’t.
There was nothing offensive about him. He didn’t look like an axe-murderer or somebody she would be scared of in a dark alley.
Actually, when they weren’t together she would forget what he looked like. It was always a shock when he rang the bell and she saw how handsome he was.
Maybe it was his personality. She wasn’t sure that he had one. Yet when they were together they would laugh as she hadn’t laughed with anybody in a long time.
She slept with him that night. And then she knew.
Twenty one years later, when her daughter, Nicole couldn’t decide whether or not she liked a guy, she told Nicole the real, no holds barred story of how she had met her father.
Twenty five years after that she and Nicole told her granddaughter, Liz, how she wouldn’t have been born, if he hadn’t decided to splurge on her that night.
“Granddad, but he’s so cheap.”
“Not when it counts, Liz, and never in bed.”
And another generation of women was born a year later.