“I can’t be your friend anymore! It is over! I just can’t do it!” he said as he walked away leaving me standing there.
Tears burned my eyes, I now understand what they mean by seeing red. How the hell could he decide that he didn’t want to be part of my world. I was not asking for anything more from him other than to be my friend.
I make my way home between the tears. Some of them are of anger, some are sadness. He and I had been dating off and on for years, and now he is just going to walk away from me.
I gave into the anger, gathering everything he had ever given me in the 4 years that we had “dated”. Even the cute teddy bear from one Valentines Day.
I was going to just toss everything into the trash. On my way out, I tripped on a heavy pot that I was going to make in to a planter. It gave me an idea as I was cussing the stubbed toe. I was not just going to toss the stuff is was going to burn it. If it was over it was going to be really over.
I placed the pot in my driveway. I started with the cards and letters. I lit one corner on fire let it burn a bit, drop it in the pot to watch them turn to scorched bits. Next the bear, it took a while for him to get to that point, the flame leaping up at him. Next the necklace.
Crying gave way to a calm. I knew it was really over. I was some how OK with it. Next morning it all went in to the trash.
I had to move on.
Think of a time that you “cleaned house.” Consider the subtext—we’re not writing about Windex here. We’re writing about relationships. Or feelings. Or a captured moment in time.
Consider how dialogue and body language bring the moment to life for the reader.
And let’s shoot for around 300 words.