By Jael Strong
“The Twenty Minute Creativity Project” is a weekly challenge designed to spur creative approaches to every day obstacles.
Week Eight Challenge: Create a piece of work in twenty minutes that excludes one letter of the alphabet. Randomly choose the letter that will be banned from the piece.
Random Letter: J
Margot laughed nervously as she squeezed into the half booth between her two friends. “I don’t mind sitting in the middle,” she had said, thinking that somebody else would volunteer to take her place. But nobody had spoken up and now she maneuvered awkwardly past the half-filled glasses of water and dinnerware, her hips bouncing wildly from side to side as she tried to settle in.
“Why are you so late? We already ordered,” Lisa demanded. Lisa was the blonde, thin friend, with eyes that invited flirtation.
Margot looked at her watch. “I’m only five minutes late. Couldn’t you have waited?”
“Theresa was too hungry to wait. We’ve been here twenty minutes, I’m sure. Haven’t we Terry?”
Theresa took a swig from her shot glass and nodded her head in agreement. Theresa was the cool friend. From her tight black top to her black high heals, everything about her exuded self-confidence.
Margot shuffled around, searching for a menu. She waved her hands for the waitress as she passed, but the girl, looking at Theresa and smiling, didn’t seam to notice Margot’s flailing. “I think one of you will need to let me out. I need a menu.”
“Margot dear, you have to be more assertive!” Lisa grabbed the waitress as she went passed. “My friend would like to order. What do you want Margot honey? I know! You want the mutton. You’ll love it. That’s what she’ll have. Bring her the mutton in red wine sauce with a baked potato and salad. You like vinegar and oil, right Margot? That’s what she’ll have.” Lisa dismissed the waitress.
Margot tugged at her shirt, pulling it down and examining the way it fell over her bosom. “I really wanted fish today, Lisa. But I guess a little sheep will be fine.”
“Oh, you’ll love it! I promise. Won’t she, Theresa?”
Theresa nodded again. “It is really delicious Margot, but if you don’t want it, you should change it. Don’t let Lisa pick your food!” She winked at Margot and smiled reassuringly.
“No, I’ll try it. I’m sure it’s good.” Margot sipped her ice water as she felt the flush of heat pour over her. It seemed red lights were everywhere, bouncing off of her forehead and penetrating her eyeballs.
“Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell us, Margot?” Lisa looked concerned at her friend.
The heat intensified. “No, I don’t think so. I can’t think of anything.”
Lisa laughed and exchanged glances with Theresa. “What are you talking about, you silly goat? That’s why we’re here! You said you had something important you wanted to share. So share!”
Margot felt her stomach churn. An intense desire to run away overcame her. She could see the ladies room from her prison, her two friends sentinels keeping her from escape. She clutched at her stomach. “Terry, you have to let me out. I think I’m going to throw up!”
Theresa looked concerned and started to move.
“No, no. Terry stay put. She’s just trying to get out of telling us her secret. Come, come, let it out,” Lisa commanded.
Margot new she would not make it out in time without emptying the contents of her stomach. She had to choose between the table, Theresa, and Lisa. Panicked, Margot looked about her, and choosing Lisa, she let it out.
About the Author
Jael Strong is a writer for TheWriteBloggers, a company dedicated to creating professional blogging content for increased internet visibility.