Sometimes, when you least expect it, something happens that changes everything. The Butterfly Effect, they call it.
Personally, I think Destiny is a name people called “Barbie” give to their rat-sized dogs and spoiled daughters, and Fate is what we blame when our plans fail. Life wasn’t pre-determined. We make our own decisions; we control our lives. Sometimes we’re dealt a shitty hand, and we try to make the best of it. Some of us are luckier than others. But it wasn’t meant to be. It’s all just one big old coincidence.
But then sometimes, when you least expect it, something happens that changes everything. An idea, a change of plans, a right turn instead of a left turn, and life as you know it is over.
I never cared about such nonsense. Until one day, when Nicky asked me to participate in a wee little challenge. She came to me wearing her black and white fuck me shoes, the ones that make her legs go on forever, and she was carrying wine.
She whispered to me, sweet nothings about faceless wordsmiths, about star-crossed lovers separated by distance and misfortune, about well-dressed lions and fantastical time pyramids, about handsome men on an endless road trip, about never-ending lyrics and perpetual puns, about a Texan adventure and a snowy wedding, about a mother’s love, and some unfinished business in California.
She made it sound like an adventure. A journey that only a select few would ever be able to make.
I couldn’t say no. Not when she looked at me like that.
And I realized, it was Destiny. The bitch had finally found me.
And that’s why I got drunk.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is And that's why I got drunk. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
Funny, Nicky did the same thing to me...minus the shoes and the wine. And I still said yes.ReplyDelete
A nice bottle of wine will get you every time. Not that there is anything wrong with that.ReplyDelete
It's the truth... I'm a sucker for good wine.ReplyDelete
Well, yeah. What else could you do?ReplyDelete
Well for cryin' out loud, who wouldn't?!ReplyDelete
Ooooh, love this. Wonderfully whimsical and deeply sexy. Now, if you'll both just invite me over, keep the shoes on both of you... Indigo xReplyDelete
The cool thing is that all those faceless wordsmiths delivered, making it all worthwhile.ReplyDelete
Holy shit, I must be hammered.
Well hell I never got any wine ;)ReplyDelete
The bitch had finally found me!!! AHH HAAA HAAAAA!ReplyDelete
I am sooooo dru...ReplyDelete
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The fourth paragraph of this post is both funny and brilliantly caustic -- something I wish I'd written. You've consistently dominated this writing competition, and I hope you get your salmiakki back from Nicky, who didn't like it anyway.ReplyDelete
On the other hand, you described me as "faceless," whereas CheesyMike got "handsome." You're clearly sucking up.
My destiny is to win a freakin' lottery. I'm waiting for her to arrive.ReplyDelete
I'll send her your way!ReplyDelete
The first paragraph of your comment is both flattering and brilliant - and I thank you for it.ReplyDelete
On the other hand, you're not too happy about being called faceless, when you're clearly a skullhead without a face. I don't know how to deal with this.
I hope she didn't get to you, too!ReplyDelete
Come on over, Barb, you can have some of mine. ;)ReplyDelete
They totally did! And you totally must be. And so am I, come to think of it.ReplyDelete
So sorry we didn't invite you, Indigo. Maybe next time? :)ReplyDelete
I'm totally with you, Reffie. *hiccup*ReplyDelete
Please do it in a hurry. I'm broke. I promise to hold a "We Work For Cheese Challenge" reunion in Montreal, too. :)ReplyDelete
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! I love this one!! Brilliant as usual, Ziva! And that Nicky sure can be persuasive when she wants to be. Especially when she's carrying old, good wine and wearing her fuck me shoes!ReplyDelete
Oh god yes, she sure can! One moment I'm determined to say NO, and the next, I'm doing body shots.ReplyDelete
Ohh, awesome! I'll tell her to hurry up.ReplyDelete
So uh, there seems to be some tension between you and Nicky. I think you should explore this a lot more in your writing. Please feel free to include pictures from now on.ReplyDelete