Cold Hearted – Creative Writing Prompt
Another prompt from my Creative Writing class.
Scan a dictionary and make up your own prompt:
Write a story about the misuse of trust.
She stood there in shock, trying to hide her tears, as the sound of shattered glass from the water cup, settled behind her.
“How dare you!”
“How dare I?” He laughed. “It’s your mess, clean it up. Until then, I’m going to bed. Good night Lucy.”
The coldness in his voice crept across the room and forced her to slump on the floor around the broken glass. She tried to stop her tears but failed as she sobbed quietly on the light blue tile of the kitchen floor, for she knew there was nothing she could do.
Cliff opened their bedroom door and looked around at their simple life, trying to piece everything together. He had heard her crying but did not comfort her. She had wronged him and he was not going to take it lightly. Throughout the eight years, they have been together, he has done his best to give her everything she could ever want. She abused their relationship, abused his trust, and now she wanted him to act like it was nothing. Getting undressed, he climbed into bed and waited. He knew that she would cry for a couple minutes, clean up the glass, and come crawling into bed, like every time they had a fight, minus the glass. Except for this time, it was not some misunderstanding. It was the biggest thing their relationship would have to encounter. He dozed off and was awoken when she pulled the covers down to climb in beside him.
“Cliff? Honey?” Pressing her finger into his shoulder, she tried to wake him.
“I’m sorry, love. I hope you will forgive me.” She looked at him with pleading eyes.
He turned on his side, kissed her forehead and softly said, “We will talk about this in the morning.”
She huffed but turned over to turn off the lamp and slid underneath the covers, hoping tomorrow would never come.
A few short hours later, Cliff woke up feeling energized, almost as if he had the best night’s sleep in a long time. He looked over at his sleeping wife and was hit with the realization that she is truly beautiful and he did not want to lose her. He pulled her close and breathed her in.
She turned, waking up from her restless night, kissed his cheek and smiled. “Good morning babe.”
“Morning, dear. We need to talk about last night.” Cliff said flatly.
“I know. But first, coffee.” She heads toward the bathroom to freshen up. Cliff climbs out of bed, pulls his pants on, and starts for the kitchen, shirtless.
Upon entering the kitchen, with a touch of a button, the coffee maker gurgles to life. Their kitchen was decorated in blues; light, dark, sky, everything in between. Sapphire granite countertops surrounded their kitchen, while the cabinets were made of glass. Behind them is where their porcelain dishes stood with their baby blue patterns. Their drinking glasses were as blue as forget-me-nots in the spring time. Taking his time, Cliff looks around and wondered where everything went wrong. He could recall when they first moved into this home; a wedding present from his grandfather. He could recall the first time they made love on their kitchen table, the first meal they cooked together, their first fight – serious, then playful. Ding! The finished coffee interrupted his thoughts.
“Mmm. It smells good in here,” Lucy said, walking into the kitchen. “I love the way you make coffee.”
Cliff said nothing as she poured herself a cup, added her creamer, and sat down on the cream-colored bar stool at the end of the kitchen island.
He waited until his coffee was gone to speak. “I only want to know one thing.”
She glanced up and nodded. “Why did you do it?”
Her glance shifted back to her coffee, unashamed at what she did. It was months ago and she thought about the memory of another man kissing her neck, with his hands making their way down her body. The memory of this other man making love to her on his bed, in his small one bedroom apartment, made her shiver. She told Cliff of her indiscretion, leaving out the intimate details. He had been working late so many nights at the office with his boss’s secretary. Even though her heart knew better, she felt lonely and her insecurity fed the beast inside of her. Her insecurity fed the beast lies and told her she could do no wrong. With each hour that passed on the clock, was an hour that the clock mocked her. It mocked her for being naïve and stupid; for thinking, Cliff would be faithful. Tired of her emotional struggle, she went to the bar for a drink, and things turned for the best or the worst; she could not decide which.
Pain filled his eyes with each word Lucy spoke. He could not believe that his wife of five years would betray him that way. She spoke of her affair as if it were a walk in the park. No consequences, no regrets, no guilt would be bestowed upon her. “I am only going to ask one more time. Why, Lucy?”
She was staring outside at their garden as she spoke her truth; full of love, full of life. Shifting her eyes, she locked eyes with Cliff, whose knife was sticking out of his back, visible to anyone who could see. “I don’t have an answer.” She whispered, knowing it was not he wanted to hear.
He cleared his throat before speaking. “Going back to the basics of life, this is where you and I are different. I can forgive strangers because I do not know them. With them, there is no level of trust, no level of relationship, no violation. It is women like you that I have a rough time with. Lucy, I trusted you, I knew you, fell in love with you, and I married you. We told each other everything and you purposely exploited me. That is the person I have a problem with. That is the person I cannot forgive. After five years, and for what? Lucy, you and I? We’re done.”
- August 27, 2015
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