Tori pushed the pedal to the metal as she rounded the curve on the not yet familiar rural road. The predawn air was cool but she had rolled down the top of her jeep anyway. Eager to breathe in the scent of pine and dirt and cleanse herself of last night’s forays and rumblings. She hadn’t any time to shower. With a nearly two-hour drive back and her kids to get off to school and herself to get off to work, a shower fell off the list of things to do.
This was the first night she spent at Max’s place. Normally, he would stay at her house when her kids were with their father. But the modest cape on the suburban cul-de-sac was at once gossip central in her neighborhood and at odds with the passionate love affair she had recently begun with Max. She wanted and needed a separation between her life as a mother and a newly single woman. Lack of privacy seemed the norm once you had children. Neighbors and friends always asking after them and their activities, how they were doing in school. Inevitably, the conversation steered towards you and your interests and activities. That’s what people were after anyway.
She stole a glance at the early spring sky. Sunrise soon. The few clouds a wispy gray and brushstrokes of tangerine. She buried her wish to be free of the chains of motherhood. She loved her children. Aslain and Anton were precocious 11-year-old twins who kept her on her toes. Both demanding and entertaining. Full of spunk. Truly replicas of herself at that age and what she continued to be until her marriage to Eddie sucked her self out of herself.
The ride on this road was the beginning of her new beginning. An awakening and a reawakening. She sipped her coffee Max brewed for her as she attempted to dress herself. For each zip of her fly and buttoning of her shirt, he would be doing the opposite until she finally gave up. They made love one last time while waiting for the coffee to finish. She knew she was half dressed and still moist and she didn’t care. It tasted good.
She shifted into fifth and roared down the highway.
Kellie Elmore offered us the best challenge ever for Free Write Friday. This piece has been stirring inside me since last fall. And it has been trying to tell itself more so than ever this week. Just haven’t been able to get the words down. So here’s the start of something I hope!
You have a story in you. Everyone does. And I challenge you to take the first step toward telling it. The prompt this week can only come from you. That idea you once had. Or maybe it’s that idea you just had. That story that hasn’t been told that you want to hear, it needs you to bring it to life. And it all begins with one step. That first opening line on that first page of that first chapter. What does it say? That is your prompt.
Just see how far it takes you. 🙂
14 thoughts on “Sipping Freedom”
A good beginning. I would be curious enough to continue reading her story.
Oh very good to know! This has been kind of a quick write as well. Busy weekend here. All good!! 🙂
As Kellie says, it is good to just write it down.
Very interested in reading more!
Oh good. The comments have been encouraging. 🙂
This does have the feel of a story waiting to be told – the characters are already taking on life. Good luck with it.
Thanks Suzanne! We’ll see where it goes. 🙂
It’s a great beginning. A story is certainly taking shape, and I hope you continue with it!
Definitely a rough piece. I think we begin to feel her very present state and maybe what she wants and sketches of where she has been but not where she may go.
Where she goes might change as you write her story.
Hope to read more about her.
Keep going. You never know where it will lead. 🙂
Thanks for the encouragement. I am just going to keep writing to see what comes out. 🙂
Well, you’ve got me hooked! Your writing is always so deeply intriguing and vividly descriptive. I can’t wait to read more of this story. 🙂
Great! My head is humming with ideas! 🙂