Every Monday morning, members of the Trifecta Writing Challenge are given a prompt. This week our prompt is the word bitch:
1) the female of the dog or some carnivorous animal;
2a) a lewd or immoral woman;
2b) a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman– sometimes used a generalized term of abuse;
3) something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant
Our responses must be between 33 and 333 words and must use the third definition of the word. We are allowed one entry into the challenge. Want to join the fun? Click on the link above and put your skills to the test. There are a few tough competitors in the challenge! Can you beat them? (No, I am not one of them. )
“How are you and Steve doing, Sam?”
“Better than I ever thought was possible. We have been through so much together. There were lots of times I didn’t think we would be able to make it through the trials we were facing. What about you and Brian, Alex? How are you guys doing?” Sam seemed genuinely concerned about Alex.
“I guess we are doing okay. We’re still together, if that says anything.” Sam could tell by the expression on Alex’s face that there was more to the story than she presently knew.
“Alex, I know you are going through a really tough time… worse than I ever went through with Steve. I know that you are afraid to talk about it. You can trust me, Alex. I am not going to turn on you. I am your friend, and I will take care of you. I won’t force you to talk, but you need to, and I am here,” Sam assured Alex, as she put her hand over Alex’s.
Tears filled Alex’s eyes. She blinked rapidly to clear them, but only succeeded in forcing them down her cheeks. She wiped at them fiercely. “I am so sorry, Sam. I hate that I am so emotional. I wish I could just be stronger than I am. I would probably be able to handle this better if I wasn’t given to crying over every stupid, tiny thing.” Alex smiled, but it was a forced, shaky smile.
“Please trust me. You cannot do this alone.”
“I don’t know what to say, Sam. I can’t complain about what’s going on because I am the one to blame for it all. I really should have been smart enough to wait until I knew him better. I probably wouldn’t have made the choice to be with him if I’d seen who he really is. As if going through a divorce isn’t a bitch by itself, now I realize I am in love with a monster.” The tears began again.