The Drive…

She was angry. I knew it. She only ever got quiet like this when I had done something to piss her off, and for the last hour of the trip, she looked out the car window, arms folded across her chest, and stared at the landscape that blurred by.

“Hey,” I finally said, “want to talk to me? I could use the distraction.” She didn’t move her face at all. Yep, she’s pissed I thought to myself. “Honey.” I reached across and laid my hand on her leg. “Honey, what’d I do wrong?”

You know those moments when you aren’t sure whether or not you did the right thing but you know you just have to do something in order to move. Forward, back, sideways. The direction doesn’t matter, but you just know you can’t stay where you’re at. Yeah, this was one of those moments because as I placed my hand on her leg and she continued to ignore me, I squeezed her knee.

“Why do you have to be such a child?” she said and reached down to slap my hand away.

“Ow!” I yanked my hand back as the sting turned to a burn. “Why did you do that? What did I do wrong?”

She turned to me, her eyes smoldering a wicked heat toward me. Her words came out measured and paused like slow drips from a faucet. “You know exactly what you did wrong.”

Ok, I’m an idiot, I get that. Apparently, it’s what we guys do, but I’ll be damned if I will ever understand women. This was just going to further prove my theory that they are all irrational beings driven by emotional bouts of craziness.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.

I would tell you what her face looked like, but to be honest I was too busy trying to make sure I didn’t wreck the car. After all, crashing at 80 miles per hour will end an argument really quick.

“Really? So, you are just going to sit there and pretend that you didn’t eat all my Twizzlers?”

Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Yeah, it’s because I totally forgot I did, too. While she was sleeping. But hey, she left the package open and I got hungry.

“I… uh…” I did my best to smile a sheepish grin. “Sorry?”

“Yeah. You will be tonight.”

“Oh, come on….” Who knew she liked Twizzlers that much?

This is a story I had to write for my college class using indirect, direct and summary dialogue. As that last line says, who knew there were so many types of dialogue.

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

9 thoughts on “The Drive…”

  1. Personally I feel people should always just come out in the open and say why they are mad instead of thinking their partner has some sort of mind-reading power. We all do things that might upset the other and sometimes we don’t even notice ourselves that it could be interpreted in the wrong way. Communication and not just bodily one but actual verbal one is the best way to get around things in my opinion. And if you had my chocolate I too would have eaten your head off 😀

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