Rush

This is a short fiction piece I cam up with through Red Writing Hood's prompt:

You were to start your piece with “We had to leave immediately” and end it with “And then we realized we were already home.”


so here it is.....

We had to leave immediately. There was no more avoiding the inevitable. Today was going to be the day, and believe me, I wasn’t ready for it. We had just spent the last hour cuddled under the blanket, legs continually moving—sometimes faster than others. I couldn’t concentrate. It was taking over my body. And it took every ounce of me not to give in right then and there.

This was the first time we had been out since the incident, and I thought I was prepared. Turns out nothing can truly protect your dignity. I told him to drive faster. We had to get home immediately. He tries to peak the tension by whispering sweet nothings. But, it only makes it worse.

But, all the avoiding and pleading was fruitless. The new post-birth bladder was still in need of training, and apparently today it lost. In the car. Wearing my favorite jeans.  Mortified, I look up and realize that, naturally, we’re already home.

Yea, I can't believe I just wrote a story about peeing your pants, let alone post it. But, either way, it is here for your enjoyment. Llet me know what you think.

Markstra

You know those things that you have to fill out random letters to post things. (Oh my gosh, Alicia, use English when you type.)




You know the "word verification" boxes where you have to type in random letters to post, say a comment on a blog. I might be crazy, but I like to pretend they are real words and make up definitions. Today, my word was "Markstra."


Markstra. V.
     To point at with great joy and excitement.

In a sentence: My daughter likes to markstra at her night light everytime she walks past it. Sometimes, her markstring casuses a delay in bed time, as she has to stop and look at every detail of it and make sure mom sees this cool giver of light as well.