BREAK THE SILENCE
Prompt - Break the Silence : record yourself speaking, then write down what you spoke and revise it into a short story or poem
Me : What's the plan?
Her : I'm not sure
Me : I need a hand
her : Well, it's whether you want to go to Rusty Pallet today, or go tomorrow - spread out the birthday.
Me : Spread out the joy? (laughs lightly)
Her : Up to you. Your birthday. You have to choose everything today.
Me : (laughs out loud)
Me : What was the eye roll for?
Her : Cause you usually refer to me all the time.
Me : (continues laughing) Yeah, let's go for it, might still go to The Haven in the morning, who knows?
Her : Hmmm
She was fed up always being the one. The one who decided. What to eat, where to go, when to do this or that. It got on her nerves, always being the one. It was true that half the times he suggested something she'd find some reason not to do it, got there, eat that, but at least then she felt he'd made some contribution to the process, not just sloped shoulders and left it all to her. And occasionally, very occasionally, he did come up with a good idea. Very occasionally.
But today was his day. He got the presents, he got taken out for meal. The least he could do was take a little responsibility as well. Then he couldn't blame her if he didn't get the day he wanted. If he knew what he wanted... which wasn't usually the case anyway.
It wasn't easy always being right.
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