I often times hear people say all the things they are willing to die for. But, after hearing some of their stories I am inclined to think they are actually written for the kill.
During my daily trot thru life as a writer, I am always looking for characters I can incorporate into my stories. My daily travels never disappoint me.
Today, I decided to take a ride on the city bus. I haven’t been on a bus in years. As a matter of fact, I even drive to my mailbox as opposed to making the three-minute walk. I was on the bus for about twenty minutes when a lady bordered the bus with a stair stepfamily. One baby in arms, one curly head girl who looked about two years old and two other children in stair step age about a year apart. The father was clearly irritated as he lugged two folded strollers on board. the mother and clear leader of the crew wore a pair of heels that seem to balance despite the extra weight of the child. She wore a flirtatious smile as she acknowledged the men on the bus who were clearly drawn in by her voluptuous girls spilling out of her shirt.
The family found two rows in the middle of the bus to accommodate the entire family. That is when the drama began. The father leaned over and pulled her shirt together and she quickly objected. She loudly ranted on the bus that she had allowed four of his offspring to feed off her body and if she chose to expose it after that it was her choice. She continued to rant and complain about all the services her body provided for the family over the years, including the one her magical garden had used to give birth to his children.
During his justification of all the financial aid and stability he provided her in return for her private areas, he also expressed how he expected it to stay private. I watched in horror as total humiliation grew shame on his face till finally he pulled the cord and jumped off the bus. I think the entire bus silently rooted for him as he made his exit from this display of their private life.
Me: after analyzing the situation I decided that the Misses was definitely write for the kill…
Now all I need to do is figure out how to do this young man a favor and write her off on the pages of my next novel.