In this one...

In this one, you are confused, not knowing what to do or where to turn.

You were just running downstairs to the laundry room to get fresh towels from the dryer. You passed by the answering machine sitting askew under the large oval mirror on the mahogany table in the foyer and noticed the red light blinking. You don’t remember hearing the phone ring or you would have quickly answered it.

You press play to see who it is.

It’s your husband. He’s on his way home, he says. He has a bad cough, feels like he’s getting sick, like he's coming down with something. He thinks its best that he gets home early while there’s no traffic, because traffic will make whatever he has much, much worse.

You look down at the answering machine. You think you are dreaming, but you're not. The hardwood floor is cold beneath your feet and the breeze dancing through the open windows is giving you goosebumps.

You squint hard at the clock on the wall, and see that it’s one-thirty in the afternoon. The machine says the message was left at one. Around that time, you were sleeping in the arms of your lover. You were very sure you had the day to just lay away, because your husband never walked through the door until seven at night, sometimes as late as eight if the workload's heavy. You knew it was enough time to make love and fall asleep in your lovers arms several times over. You were sure that you could get your lover out of there and even have dinner on the table for your husband when he got in.

In this one, you are scared after you listen to the message for the third time. You hear your lover’s voice float over the sound of the water of the shower. He sings along with Peabo Bryson, crooning his undying love and desire for you. He yells for you to hurry up with that towel.

In this one, you stand stark still as you hear the jiggle of the key in the front door, the clicking of the turning doorknob, and the scrub of the door against the doorjamb…

The end?

Yeah, that's the end. I have NO idea what happens after that.

I'd been joking around, saying "In this one... LadyLee jumps out the closet and tells the chick 'In this one, you 'bout to get your ass whooped!' "

LOL LOL!!!!!!

I had a workshop on Friday night, and the writing prompt was "In this one..." We were to write for five minutes. Sort of freaked me out, writing for five minutes on the spot like that, but oh well. It is what it is.

Anyhow, I posted that because I thought it was some craziness. It is a bit rough, and a funky attempt to write in 2nd person and all. I probably won't do anything with it, but I thought that it was fodder for the blog. (I have a few more I may post.)

What was more crazy is that we were at work reading this, and some of my friends and coworkers had some interesting suggestions about where that story should go. Let's just say that uh, it made me wonder if some of the ladies had been through this particular scenario in their lives..

Hmmm...

Like I said, I had a workshop Friday night. This particular one had a bunch of writing prompts, with 5 to 10 minutes to write. I found it interesting, but I am a little ho-hum about it. I think this particular group will meet once per month or so. I think I will give it a chance...

Someone asked me if I've ever been caught cheating before. No. I have been a notorious cheater though. And I have this issha where I have to "confess" and let all parties involved know that "You're not the only one." I guess it is a conscience clearing act. No, I ain't gonna stop cheating, but I just thought you should know...

What broke me up from that is that I had my "side man" over one day, and my "main man" was off from work that night. My usual scenario was to see the "spare man" when the "main man" was at work. ( My reasoning: Why should I be alone at night???) This worked out pretty well.

I told the "main man" about what was going on. He said he understood, since he worked so much.

**crickets**

Conscience cleared.

*LadyLee HAPPILY keeps making it do what it do.*

Well this one night, I had NO idea where the "main man" was. The "spare man" was over, and I was a nervous wreck every time a car passed my duplex.

The "spare man" had been eyeing me suspiciously that night. He noticed how jumpy I was. So much so that I would jump up and run to the screen door from time to time.

He eventually said, "LadyLee, I know you on the lookout for your man and all. Don't worry about that."

He patted his duffle bag. "I got something for him if he comes up in here."

Hmmm... The "spare man" had a gun.

At the same time, my "main man" was making snide comments every time we were together...

"LadyLee, you better never point him out if we're together. If you do, I'm gonna shoot him."

This irritated me to no end.

Now, I mentioned this to my friend Carter Anne... I didn't find it funny or anything, but it all left me a tad bit concerned.

She said something to the effect of: "LadyLee, that isn't healthy. You're gonna die."

That scared me straight. She always said what she had to say to me, and it would straigthen me out.

And my cheating days were over soon after.

I don't get all judgmental when I see people cheating. It is wrong because it is a selfish act, and people are hurt in the process... There are consequences to such acts. You sow bad seed, you reap bad results.

My thing is this:

Let the first one who hasn't done anything wrong, cast the first stone.