Romantic Ending

Sorry this is in late–bunch of crazy stuff came up this weekend.  Regardless, here’s the conclusion to last week’s “Romantic Beginning.”  This exercise is another from Novakovich, but it didn’t have to have anything to do with the previous exercise.  The point of this one was to work with foreshadowing through environment, and I decided to use the same characters given the prompt for this exercise.


Rachel went to work that morning with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.  Lisa had been feeling ill herself, and stayed home that day—in fact, she hadn’t even gotten out of bed to kiss Rachel goodbye.  Rachel decided she should maybe try to take off work early, so she could get home and take care of her girlfriend.

After lunch, when the ill feeling in her gut didn’t subside, Rachel left work even earlier than she had planned to.  On her way home, she stopped off at the store for some canned soup.  Neither of them would feel like cooking tonight, and the soup would soothe Rachel’s stomach and Lisa’s cold.  Rachel thought about calling home to see if there was anything else Lisa needed, but decided against it.  If Lisa was napping, waking her up wouldn’t help her get better.

Brian’s car was parked by the curb when Rachel pulled into the driveway.  She shook her head.  Lisa had once again conned Brian into doing some favor for her—probably bringing her lunch—and had managed to trick him into some chores before he got a chance to escape.  At least Rachel managed to arrive on time and save him from doing all their housework.

She was surprised to find the front door locked.  While she was fumbling for her keys, she heard Barry White slip through the door.  Odd choice of music to play when cleaning a house . . . and why did they have it so loud?  Could Lisa rest with all that noise?

Rachel unlocked and opened the door.  Something seemed off, but she couldn’t detect what at first.  A glance downwards showed rose petals on the beige carpet, scattered in a trail leading to the bedroom.  Rachel followed the trail partway, thinking the petals were for her, when she noticed a man’s shirt on the back of the couch.  She could hear a few of Lisa’s excited squeals over the Barry White, the kind she made when she was about to . . .

Rachel had a strong urge to walk into the bedroom and catch them together.  That would be one hell of a confrontation.  But—always the rational one—she knew seeing Brian and Lisa like that would cut her deep.  It would hurt her far more than it hurt them.

So Rachel set down her things, made some tea for her stomach, and quietly sipped it at the dining room table.  Given Lisa’s decibels, they’d be done soon enough.  That’s when Rachel would send Brian on his way, and have a serious talk with her partner.

Rachel wondered at her own calm, and then had to ask herself: did she really love Lisa as much as she thought she had?  Or was she just a stupid first crush?


Freedom of Whose Belief, Exactly?

Hey, all.

I’ve got another article published on The Vagina Zine.  It’s called “Freedom of Whose Belief, Exactly?”, and it’s regarding the recent attacks on the birth control mandate.  Be sure to check it out here, as well as some of the other great stuff on the website.  (“Dating tips from The Bachelor” is certainly worth the read for hilarity’s sake.)

Thanks again, and be sure to come back on Sunday for “Romantic Ending!”

Romantic Beginning

Here’s an exercise from our old buddy Josip Novakovich, who we haven’t seen in some time.  The idea of this exercise is to play on the romantic cliche to practice foreshadowing.  It’s the scene where the heroine first meets the person she’s supposed to fall in love with.  I thought it would be appropriate with Valentine’s day coming up this week.  Novakovich also said try to add a twist to the cliche, which I attempted, but I honestly think what I did just ended up being another cliche.  I’ll let you all be the judge.

When Rachel saw Lisa for the first time, she understood why she’d never met the right man before.

Rachel was considered frigid and vain—in reality she was too tender hearted to engage in flirtation.  She had no interest in leading some poor guy on when she knew there was no spark between them and there never would be.  She preferred to wait for the “right person,” when her few friends asked why she was so uninterested in romance.  When Rachel had said “right person,” she’d always thought of a man.

But Lisa had that attraction, and Rachel felt the two of them could make that spark.  The spark that no one—man or woman—had promised before.  Rachel knew it had to be real, because it seemed Lisa had felt it, too.  When Rachel saw Lisa, it was as if everything had frozen around them.  Lisa suddenly lost interest in the man flirting with her and looked to Rachel, her expression bewildered but almost curious.  Lisa’s eyes were aqua, and shined so brightly it was almost as if they didn’t belong to a human.  They were the kind of eyes Rachel pictured an angel having.  Lisa’s hair was a bit more terrestrial—it waved strawberry-blonde down the sides of her face and stopped just at her chin.  Her face, her arms, and neck revealed her skin to be pale and soft.  Rachel blushed, picturing Lisa’s skin beneath that dress.  Rachel’s fingers tingled with the anticipation of stroking such peach-like flesh—soft and with a little fuzz.

Rachel could only fantasize for half a moment.  The world started to happen around them again.  Lisa had begun to come towards her, hesitant at first, but then with more conviction.  She weaved in and out between the party guests, the wine in her glass barely rippling as she glided towards Rachel.  Rachel herself felt paralyzed, so that she couldn’t even offer a “hello” when Lisa stopped in front of her.

Lisa gave a veiled smile, and her red lips stayed parted just a moment before she spoke.  “Excuse me, but you seem awfully familiar . . . have we met somewhere before?”

Rachel’s voice spoke of its own accord.  “No.  No, I’m sure I would remember someone like you . . .”


Be sure to check out the startling conclusion next week!