I have been writing for the last couple of days, plugging away at my story "Perfect Son" which involves a woman and her criminal minded son. I am so very excited to be participating in Nano this year. It is my first time. And this is my very first blog that is specifically for the networking and viewing excerpts from my writings, and of course a little bit of crazy sprinkled over the top.
Perfect Son is an intriguing story. My first excerpt is below. Please read and feel free to leave comments.
Enjoy!
***Perfect Son***
“I don’t want to have another conversation with you about this Rachel. You need to focus. Whatever that means to you, make it happen.” Even before she finished the sentence, Amanda’s back was turned and the final words floated over her shoulder and slapped Rachel in the face as she left.
A couple of the girls, Brenda and Tina, were trying hard to hold their heads down intently reviewing the printed form documents on their desks. It wasn’t hard to figure out that they were trying to look busy since more worksheets were maintained on the system as opposed to a printed version. Rachel didn’t blow their cover. Instead she walked around the five foot divider into her cube and sat on the rolling desk chair.
It would be the remainder of the day before Rachel would move from her seat again. As she rose from her seat, she could feel the burning pressure of urine that was held entirely too long. She slightly arched her lower back in an effort to tighten up her bladder muscle a little more before any of the liquid escaped.
Her run into the restroom was abruptly interrupted by Amanda’s exit from the restroom. Even though she saw Rachel standing there, she let the door fall unapologetically. Sweeping past Rachel in a huff, Amanda would not even acknowledge the disrespectful slam of the door back into its frame. In order to open it, Rachel would need to enter the code which took more time.
The warm liquid was slowly escaping into her cotton underwear. She was entering, and entering, and the faster her chubby fingers moved, the most she mismatched the numbers for the door.
A portly woman began pushing against the door was the saving grace, as she stumbled into a stall. She jumped repeatedly until she was able to get her pants down and stoop into a squat position. Her urine ran out at a thousand miles an hour. For sure, she thought she would bore a hole into the bottom of the toilet bowl.
Her panties were wet. She slid one leg out of the polyblended slacks after another. She tossed the panties into the napkin dispenser adhered to the wall. Her chair would be a mess that day, but she would have to deal with it. Only forty five minutes to do until 5.
She paced from the restroom back to her cubicle, the muted office-colored walls in beigey browns and dark smoke punctuated her defeated mood. She wondered if it was even worth being concerned with beyond the moment that it happened. It was as if Amanda hated her. Amanda’s start date was only within the last three weeks, but since that first day, it had only gotten progressively worse.
