>Weathered: Waiting

>Weathered: Waiting
April 23, 2011 6 Comments Writing Stephanie Ayers

> Last Friday, I left Regina sitting in a pizzeria. Today I pick it up right where I left her.


     She sat back on the bench, prepared for a long evening of waiting. Her fingers brushed the cool iron as her left arm lifted to embrace the backrest. The pizzeria was quiet tonight; the delivery drivers hustled about with orders while the wait staff scurried around cleaning empty tables in an attempt to look busy.

     The music pouring from the overhead speaker sounded especially loud tonight in the absence of the clamor. For once, her blood was running a racecourse through her body causing her chest to thump with a vigor she hadn’t felt in awhile. Apple blossoms rose to her cheeks as blood flowed to her face. Her butt wriggled subtly in her seat. She felt like a puppy whose master had just returned from a lengthy absence. The music filtering through the small canal in her head did not match her emotions.

     She pulled out her MP3 player, eager to find something to calm her down a bit. Her thumb pushed the on button in simultaneous motion with the earbuds snuggling in her ears. When you see my face, Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell from the All American Rejects pounded through her like a quickening. Her thumb moved quickly, silently, in memorized precision to search out another tune. Her eyes quickly explored the room as her brain danced with Gnarls Barkley’s “Necromancer”.

     Pause. Locomotive thumb action. Play.

     Iggy Pop was not quite right with his Lust for Life. She looked around the room again, her eyes seeking the dark tables in the corner of the restaurant. Finding them empty, she pulled the small violet device from her coat pocket. Beck’s “Timebomb” lights up the screen.


     Gwen Stefani’s voice declared “It’s My Life”. She listened to the opening bars as she continued scrolling, bypassing Complete Control, Basket Case, Break Stuff, and settled on the haunting voice of Evanescence “Everybody’s Fool”. Satisfied, she put it away and looked out into the room once more.

     The music worked its magic, soothing her accelerated soul as shadows of strangers moving past the glass danced across the walls in the fading sun. A family had taken up a table within her eyesight and the antics of the youngest child caused the corners of her mouth to climb upward.

    The smooth timber of Gary Lightbody filled her ears. The words caught her unexpectedly. She knew this song well, but reserved it for private moments. Here was not the time nor place for “Open Your Eyes”. Her mind willed her hand through the motions of turning the song off, but her eyes discovered her hand had lied. She could not stop the song no matter how much she wanted to. The words tore through her as they always did, clinching, prying, beating at the door she kept her heart behind.

The anger swells in my guts
And I won’t feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine

Note to self: Get over it. I mean seriously. You are going to get this key, get the proof, and watch. Like magic, it will all change in a heartbeat. You know it, so stop with the pining away, never gonna find love, never gonna let love in thing. I’ve had it. I’m done. Spend your soul on vengeance on Blair. Content yourself, and while you are at it, let it go already. Think you can handle that?

I want so much to open your eyes
‘Cause I need you to look into mine

Tell me that you’ll open your eyes

All this feels strange and untrue
And I won’t waste a minute without you 

     The final notes rose and ended. Regina ran her hand across her face, extinguishing the lone tear that had dared to venture past her eyelid. Her finger snagged the cord stretched from ear to ear violently, shredding her connection with the words in her ears.

     Intermittent pink flashes on the wall shifted her attention. She turned to look out the window. An ambulance had just pulled up at the emergency entrance to the hospital across the street. She watched with lackluster indifference as the EMTs opened the bus doors and reached for the stretcher. She began to turn away when a familiar patch of brown hair caught her eye.


I used both prompts in this piece. I welcome and appreciate concrit on all my writing. Take a moment and jump over to my writing partner’s place and discover which prompt she used this week.

–Stephanie, AKA The Drama Mama

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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  1. 6 Comments

    CDG @ Move Over Mary Poppins!

    >She's got some rocking tunes there. Funny the way a song will stay your hand, even though you're not in the mood for it… I think what I loves best is that the tension in this is entirely contained within the character, and that the more sinister elements of her situation make her more physically appealing: apples in her cheeks, a slight smile.

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    Jessica Anne

    >Oh, Regina, what are you up to? As always, I love your word choices. Loved this, "Her finger snagged the cord stretched from ear to ear violently, shredding her connection with the words in her ears," and this, "Apple blossoms rose to her cheeks as blood flowed to her face."For me, this sentence kind of didn't work, "Her rump wriggled subtly in her seat,". Maybe the word rump? Might be just me. And although I love the imagery of this, "mouth to slice upward," because the word slice is in the lyrics in the next couple paragraphs, it was too much slicing for me. :)I loved how you foreshadowed Regina's plan and back story (although, maybe foreshadowing a back story isn't the right way to say that). Well done. Waiting for more. 🙂

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    >ahhh, the plot thickens.Once again, another person who clearly has more knowledge of songs and lyrics that I do 🙂 Song titles frighten me.I feel that the choice of music really speaks to who Regina is. Some of the choices didn't jive with my image of her but perhaps I am getting her mixed up with another character. I picture a very proper woman and Iggy Pop isn't what I'd think to see on her iPod

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    >Whoa! 1st definitely got some awesome tunes! 2nd I love reading all your stuff, the imagery is wonderful! I feel like I am sitting right there! It's such an easy and exciting read, I can't wait to see what is coming up!

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    Galit Breen

    >This really flowed so beautifully! You married the music and the scenery with beautiful language and I felt like I was right there for every last but of it!

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    Mommylebron (aka Amanda)

    >This part flows so well you can't even tell it is a prompt. It just feels like a natural scene that really builds a connection with Regina.


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