Our challenge this week is to use the third definition of the word mouth in our response. In this definition, the word mouth means something that resembles a mouth especially in affording an entry or exit as: a) a place where a stream enters a large body of water, b) the surface or opening of an underground cavity, c) the opening of a container, d) the opening in the side of an organ flue pipe. Our response must be between 33 and 333 words.
Given that I have spent the last four weeks adding to a novel that I am working on, fitting this use of ‘mouth’ into my story at this point is more challenging than it normally would be. I do not add to this story outside the Trifecta Writing Challenge and I am writing it in sequence, not jumping about in the story. Let’s see what we can do.
Alex took three slow, deep breaths. She raised her eyes and looked as Sam.
“I am going to rescue both of us. We are standing at the mouth of my cave of despair. Trust me; it is best we go no further at this point. One day, yes. But here and now is no good. So, enough about me and Brian. Tell me about your meeting with Sheila.”
“On one condition, Alex. You must promise to make time for us to talk about this,” Sam replied, her eyes holding Alex’s.
“Done. I would do it now, but falling apart in Starbucks is such a melodramatic thing to do…” Alex smiled, but there was more relief than humor behind the gesture. “Now, about the clash of the titans.”
“Well, sometime after getting the note from Natalie, Sheila sent me an email. She asked if we could talk. I suggested we go over to Joe’s because it’s pretty loud there and it is always packed. I certainly didn’t want to be alone with her because of all the threats she has made to sue me.”
“Good idea. That woman can’t be trusted.”
“When I got there, she was already waiting at a table in the corner of the lounge. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I was prepared for just about anything. She has been so angry at me since everything happened between me and Steve and it doesn’t seem that anything I say or do has tempered it. I’ve tried so hard, Alex. I can’t count how many times I have apologized to her,” Sam’s voice was resigned and her hands were obsessively folding and refolding her napkin. “But I told myself that I wasn’t going to try to explain myself to her again. I just allowed her to unload her bitterness on me. Perhaps it would be cathartic and she would be able to move on.”
“Did she?” Alex was riveted, glad for the distraction from her life.
“Did she ever!”
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