It Takes Two to Tango, One Will Fall

It Takes Two to Tango, One Will Fall
December 16, 2015 3 Comments Coldly Calculating, Writing Prompts A.L. Mabry

Welcome to Coldly Calculating: Writing by the Numbers.

I will be your host each week as we probe the darker corners of your imagination. This series is meant to help feed your mystery/horror muse, so try to give us chills! The prompt is open to interpretation, but try to include the phrase somewhere in your piece.

This week’s prompt is:

cc two to tango

The rules are simple:

  1. Read the prompt and the history behind the phrase.
  2. Write a story 700 words or less answering the challenge.
  3. Share the url to your story in the comments OR, if you don’t have your own blog, share your story in the comments. Either way, it will be seen.
  4. Please keep your stories pg-13 or under since this is a public page. Add trigger warnings where necessary. Keep vulgarity to a minimum.
  5. Have FUN!

Until next time, scribe happy and stay sassy!
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A.L. Mabry A.L. Mabry is an Executive Editor for Our Write Side. As an author, she enjoys writing in all genres and forms, even grocery lists. She is an artist and Wiccan who has an obsessive love of vampires, kilts, and blue butterflies. She is passionate about many topics and her posts are often laced with the snarky sense of humor one acquires from raising five teenagers, all at once. In her downtime, she can be found with her loving husband, Shawn and their children. She maintains her shreds of sanity with yoga, tea, and cats.
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    Stephanie Ayers

    I have one…

    “Mirror Image”

    “How dare you laugh at me?” Amber’s shrill voice bounced back to her from the bathroom mirror.

    Felice sneered. “How can I not laugh at you?” She glanced at Amber’s flaming red clown hair, the black circles that etched around her eyes and bled down her face. Red goo slashed her tawdry lips. “You? You embarrass me!”

    “I do not! Take it back! I am not an embarrassment. I’m just…sad! He left me. Me! I poured my heart out to him, and he left me drowning in the bitter taste of my own salt.” She spat vehemently and turned away. “HE LEFT ME!”

    “Don’t turn your back on me. Don’t you ever turn your back on me! If it weren’t for me, you would still be living in that trash can I found you in three years ago, sleazing it up just for a bite to eat!” Felice sneered again. “No wonder he doesn’t want you! Look at yourself! Go on. Look closer. You see there? That supreme lump of inefficiency? That’s YOU. I’m surprised he stayed as long as he did.” This time she spat into the mirror. “Little Miss Perfect, you think you are.”

    “I don’t,” Amber said with a defeated whisper.

    “She’s not. Leave her alone, Felice!”

    “But look at her, Teach! She is whiny, and snuffly, and look! Even her nose has snot running out of it.” Felice pointed to the image in the mirror. Venom filled her voice. “She’s so disgusting. Why on earth would he possibly want that child when he can have a woman like me instead?”

    “And why exactly would he want a condescending, cruel-hearted bitch like you when there are plenty of nicer fish in the sea?” Teach beckoned to Amber. “Come to me, Amber. Don’t listen to Felice. That’s right. Let ol’ Teach take care of you. There now, no more snot. No more tears. Let’s fix your face up pretty. Yes. Oh, that’s much better. So much better! If I do say so myself, you can barely tell you were crying. Well done!”

    Confidence gave Amber strength. “Now who’s the one laughing, Felice? Dare you say another thing to me now that I am strong? Well. do you?”

    “Good job, Amber. That shut her up. I truly expected more from Felice, but then again, she is all bark and no bite. Good riddance! As for you, Amber,” Teach picked up the cosmetic case lying open on the counter. “How many times have I told you this NOT a good color on us? No reds. NONE. Oh, the pain you cause me as I tear at our lips to remove this hideous color! Oh, to be rid of the lot of you! Now come on. Look. Isn’t this pearly pink such a nicer color? Our skin glows, our cheeks brighten. There. Perfection.” Teach took one last look in the mirror, applied one last coat of lipstick, and smiled to the empty restroom around her.

    “Now,” she said, looking straight into the mirror, “let me show you both how it’s properly done. Our poor Mr. Jeffries will never know what hit him.”

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      A.L. Mabry

      Love it! You did a great job bringing those personalities to life and giving them each a unique voice.

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