(Written in 10 minutes. Prompt was: start the story with, "where were you last night?" It can be dialogue or anything.)
Written on September 16, 2013
"Where were you last night?"
Jenifer's smooth voice fills my ears as I creep into the room. Shit, I thought she was asleep. Light floods the room and illuminates our faces, making clear a certain anger in her eyes. I've known her for too long not to notice the hurt beneath it.
"My brother needed some help moving his things out of the storage unit. They kicked him out, you know. Being homeless doesn't pay very well."
"Is that so?"
"Look, what do you want me to say? 'I went to a bar and hooked up with some guy'? Come on Jen, you know me."
"It's not the guys at the bar that I'm worried about."
"Of course. Because everything is about you and your worries."
"Don't make this about me, Donna."
"I'm not. But that doesn't mean it should be about me. This is the last time I am going to tell you; I was helping my brother."
Jenifer's smooth voice fills my ears as I creep into the room. Shit, I thought she was asleep. Light floods the room and illuminates our faces, making clear a certain anger in her eyes. I've known her for too long not to notice the hurt beneath it.
"My brother needed some help moving his things out of the storage unit. They kicked him out, you know. Being homeless doesn't pay very well."
"Is that so?"
"Look, what do you want me to say? 'I went to a bar and hooked up with some guy'? Come on Jen, you know me."
"It's not the guys at the bar that I'm worried about."
"Of course. Because everything is about you and your worries."
"Don't make this about me, Donna."
"I'm not. But that doesn't mean it should be about me. This is the last time I am going to tell you; I was helping my brother."