Friday, 21 February 2014
Afraid of Needles
More practice, just felt to share.
Ten minutes of total, made up on the spot, make believe.....
The Prompt: Billy is going backpacking through Asia and needs to get vaccination shots.
Therese slumped onto the couch.
"Come on Billy; be a man."
"I hate needles; they hurt. I've always hated them. Why do you have to have so many? Surely they can put it all into one super shot."
"Oh for goodness sake, toughen up you pussy."
Therese smiled at Billy but he could feel her patience waning. She pushed herself up and grabbed her car keys off the coffee table.
"Come on let's go." She pulled her raincoat off of the spindly Ikea stand and turned toward the front door.
"Where are we going?"
"We're meeting Mum for lunch remember."
Billy grunted, picked up his mobile from the small stand in the hallway and followed Therese out into the
sleet and foreboding grey winter day.
"This weather is depressing," he said.
"Exactly. That's why we're going to the exotic tropics. Temples, and beaches and palms and disease. Ya hear me; disease."
Therese gripped the steering wheel; turned left on Grayson. She swung a sharp late turn in to White Drive. The back wheels screeched as they slid around the corner.
"What are you doing? Where are you going?"
"To the clinic." Therese smiled a little, checked the rear vision mirror and accelerated into the middle lane.
"What? No way. Turn back. You can't make me do it."
Therese indicated left then sharp right and swung wide into the back corner of the clinic car park.
"There's some Rescue Remedy in the glove box. Have a swig. That'll calm ya nerves."
Billy fumbled around in the dark and pulled out a small flask of whiskey.
"That'll do" Therese said opening the drivers door and pulling the keys out of the ignition.
"A man's drink." She winked, climbed out and slammed the door.
Billy was smiling. That's why he loved her so. She'd had it all planned right down to the calming amber tonic that prickled feisty and hot down his throat.
"Where would I be without you?" He said through the misty window to Therese standing at the front of the car with her hands on her hips; all nonchalant warrior and insistent. She couldn't hear him. He didn't want her to.
Billy smiled, took another deep swig, as any real man would. And with whiskey smile he joined his commanding Aztec princess for a walk through the sleet into the chamber of needles and pain.