I bought a new book and there are some exercises in it for various things. I was working with the first one and this is what came out. I liked it, so I decided to post it!
Start Fiction:
"It's not my first pregnancy; I gave a baby up for adoption twenty
years ago, when I was an art student." Nancy said.
"That's amazing," Fred replied. "I think adoption is a wonderful thing." he took a drink of his beer and it hit him. He knew her in
college. "Why didn't you ever tell me? We have known each other for over twenty years." He adjusted himself in his seat, leaning towards her.
They had shared so many experiences, how could he have missed one of his dearest friends being prego? And why did she feel she couldn't
tell him?
"I never told anyone," Nancy said into her glass as she took a large swig of her orange juice.
Fred took another drink of his beer. He wasn't sure what to say. He wanted to tell her he was hurt she didn't tell him; maybe they weren't as close as he thought. Hell, they had even lived together when they were dating in college.
College?
Fred choked on his beer, spiting all over the table, squirting out his nose. "Twenty years ago," he said in between gasps. "Twenty years ago we were... You and I..."
Nancy sipped her martini and stared at the table. The day had come; Fred would learn of his bastard child and their friendship may break for the rest of their lives, this time.
Fred stood up and walked to the railing of the deck. Rubbing the back of head as though he had flees, biting his lip. He searched for any halfway civil words he could come up with as his stomach burned; the burning spread up his chest reaching his ears turning them red.
She had no right; She should have at least told him, given him the option to raise the child. Maybe they should have gotten married, raised the child together. How dare she make all these decisions for him and never had the courtesy to even tell him.
He wanted to walk out; no words. She never gave him an explanation twenty years ago, why should he have to explain anything to her now? Fuck, she dumped him, because she was pregnant? Did she think he would leave her so she left him first? Damn her!
"Fred," Nancy said. "the child wasn't yours."
Fred didn't flinch.
"Fred, please."
Fred wanted to listen, but he couldn't. If the child wasn't his, then that means she got pregnant by someone else while they were dating.
Did he ever know this woman?
Was she really capable of all of this?
How naive and stupid was he for being so clueless?
End Fiction.
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