One Apple A Day #39
[note] Today exercise is about reviewing and editing. So I edited the story I wrote for the apple #30.
“I want a horse!”
I’ve been observing this scene for a while. I used to come to this café when I need a quiet place to collect my thoughts. The events of last nights left a loft of thoughts and questions to dig in.
But right now this battle is stealing my attention.
The teenage girl and someone who looks like her father are fighting tow tables from where I sit.
“A horse? Why not a unicorn?” His voice hiding a hint of rage under a fake laugh.
“You’re mocking me now. You think I’m stupid. Aren’t you?”
Here she is. She’s sobbing now. It was time for her to play the emotional card. It’s getting interesting.
Man, I’ve been there. Be aware. She’s playing you.
“Oh come on, don’t do that.“
His eyes rolling up like someone who knows what’s coming.
"You know it’s not true. I love you but I can’t buy you a horse.”
“Why not? You bought that stupid car for your girl.”
This is a low blow and looking from his eyes it hits the right spot.
“What? So, this is it. The horse. It’s a revenge. It’s about Jane.”
He raises his voice. She cornered you, man. She’s going to win this battle, you’re going to pay and I should go back to my notes.
It’s just too amusing and I’m too tired.
“She’s more important than your only daughter!”
“This is unfair. You know it’s not true. You’re everything to me”
“Really? Why you can’t buy me a horse but she has a new Cabrio?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Ah, adults. When you don’t know what to say it’s complicated”
And this is it. The final punch. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes right now man. I wouldn’t want to be in mine either, to be honest.
“Ahah! You’re 20! You’re not a kid anymore. I’m paying for the school, I’m paying for your expensive clothes. I’m paying for everything!”
The fight has lost all this appeal. I let them talk in the back while I move my attention back to my notes.
Too late.
The blow hit me on my left shoulder. Like a bee’s sting. A sudden burst of pain immediately fading into a warm numb feeling.
I’m an idiot. I should see it coming. They played me. The old trick of the illusionists. Create a distraction with one hand while the other do the magic.