Story-a-Week #5
Spill
Coffee pooled on the hardwood floor, “I thought you were gone…”
“I’m not, do you want to read my draft?” She held up the manuscript and then pulled it back, “It’s just a first run through… it’s not very good yet, just kinda… ideas.”
Martha stepped back from the stack of papers, “But, I heard…” She staggered.
“I really think this is the one, I think I’ve got something you know? Something like, like literary,” Jesse stepped back from the swirling coffee, “It’s just a draft, but it’s good you know?”
Martha looked down at her own feet, “I should have… why didn’t you call me? e-mail?” She could feel the first touch of warm coffee creep into the toe of her socks.
“I printed it out, though- to write notes in, it’s long huh?” Jesse flipped to a random page, and skimmed it over.
“I heard you left, I would have called, I thought you left,” Martha was still holding a spoon in her right hand.
“I didn’t leave…” Jesse was still looking at the page.
“I was busy, too, school…” Martha started to tremble, her eyes watered.
Jesse flipped the book closed and stepped back again, careful to avoid the broken shards, “You wanna come get some coffee?”
Martha quivered, her whole body tensed and tears flooded her reddening cheeks, “You little bitch!”
Jesse laughed, peeking up from between locks of hair, “Yeah? let’s get some coffee, bitch.”
Martha’s smile erupted as she lifted her foot gingerly from the spill, “Yeah, well I’m gonna need something stronger if you want me to read your dumbass script…”
“Yeah, well it’s just a first draft you know…” Jesse started out the door.
Martha chased after, her right foot squelching, “I know! I know! Shutup!”