Shaelan and the Shrew
A
story by Suzanne Helen James
"
An
hour after having entered the bar and had a good share of drinks to
make her forget about the shitty day she had, Viola bumped into
someone's backside. She was drunk enough that the blow actually made
her wobble backwards. “Whoa there!” Viola heard as she was caught
by the arm and then brought back to her feet. Her fingers gripped the
arms that steadied her and she grumbled. “Who the fuck are you to
help me?” She muttered at her rescuer, who stiffled a soft giggle
which irritated the girl further. In response to the giggle, Viola
attempted to kick the other person, only to trip forward on her
heels. “Whoa there missy, you best be careful!” She then heard as
her rescuer, female with a sharp irish accent, tugged Viola's arms to
and held her by the waist, forcing Viola to collide against the
stranger's chest with a soft thud. “Alrighty then”, she then
said, “Time for you to go on home cause you've had a few too much
drinks.”
But
then as Viola was lead outside, the drunken woman suddenly elbowed
her assistant in the stomach. “That's for fucking ordering me
around” she muttered as her attack made the Irish woman recoil and
release her grip on Viola's arm. “I can walk my own self home thank
you very much” Viola huffed and raised her arm to wave at an
incoming cab. When the cab sped by her, she gasped and growled. “YOU
FUCKING SHIT!” The girl yelled and was about to run after the taxi
when she was again tugged from behind and this time fell down in a
puddle. Aghast at her soggy clothes and wet state, Viola turned her
head to glare at the Irish woman, who looked at her with raised
eyebrows and arms crossed as she failed to save Viola from falling.
“That's
what you get for not listening to me,” The Irish-sounding girl said
before sighing and sitting down next to her pouting companion. Viola
turned away from her and huddled her knees to her hips. The other
woman rolled her eyes at her actions and smirked. “Shut the fuck up
and don't you dare laugh”, the other woman faintly heard as she
covered her mouth and looked at the clearing night sky. A few minutes
passed as the two didn't say nor move anything...until the Irish
woman got up and stretched her arms.
“Well
then,” she said expectantly, “Aren't we gonna get you another cab
and get you on home then?”
A
grumpy Viola responded by snorting under her breath.“You know what
the fuck you can do?” She began, ”Why don't you fucking
drive me home? Since you're the only one who's giving an apparent
fuck about my well-being for some reason, why don't you just be the
one to get it done.” While Viola's crude words visibly stung the
Irish woman, she nonetheless sighed and shrugged before replying with
“Alrighty then if that's what you want!” and tugged a grumbling
Viola to her feet as they walked and stumbled to her vehicle."
Labels: fiction, original story, prose, spasms of free thought
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