The prompt this was written for:
Your first sentence must be a run-on. The second must be one word. The third must be an internal narrative fragment (aka, a thought fragment).
The first paragraph must be 4 sentences long and your last paragraph must consist of three more fragments.
Your topic is: *Intention*. You must mention something being ‘new’. You have up to 300 words to complete this challenge.
Lucy stood in the doorway, suitcase in hand, chewing her lip and waitin’ for me to say something, anything that would make her feel better about her decision and I wasn’t about to give her a goddamned inch. Nada. *Serves her right*. Not that it made me feel any better; she still broke my heart.
I leaned against the old oak frame of the kitchen door and stared her down as she fidgeted with the house key. She worked it off the keyring I’d bought her five years ago, with the intention of it being the last one she’d ever need, back when the house was shiny and new to us.
Weren’t like that now.
With those scuffed kitten heels tapping cautiously on our hickory floor, she laid the key on the counter, next to the pie I’d made for her granny’s Sunday brunch. I guess it was fitting all that work should go to waste, too. I never did like sweet things.
“So I guess this is it, huh?” She asked, and I gave a noncommittal ‘hmph’, inspectin’ my nails instead.
“You’re just going to let me leave like this?”
I ground my teeth, but that ain’t much of an answer, or at least, weren’t better than my question, so I asked it. “You jus gonna leave me like this?”
She looked like she was grindin’ some teeth of her own. Her glare proved it when she stomped past me like she was in some big city fashion show instead of our Kansas farmhouse.
I ‘spose I could’ve stopped her, if I wanted.
Guess that’s always been my problem. Always got told so.
I never did want nothin’ that didn’t want me.