Promptly Penned: Bruises and Glitter
Prompt: S/he showed up at his/her door, soaking wet, bruised and covered in glitter.
Alex stood in line of the grocery store clutching the last bouquet of slightly wilted roses they had and red plastic shopping basket filled to the brim with all of Izzy’s favorites. He set the flowers and everything else on the conveyor and grabbed one of those reusable cloth shopping bags. She was always bitching about plastic bags. She’d probably appreciate the cloth bag. Hopefully.
“What’d you do?” the cashier asked.
“Fancy wine, three different kinds of chocolate, and flowers.” He nodded knowingly. “You fucked up, bro.”
Alex pulled his debit card out of his wallet and as he finished swiping it, the other guy grabbed his wrist. Alex yanked his arm away. “What the hell?”
“Dude. Look at all that glitter on your arm. You can not go from the strip club straight into apology mode. Chicks hate that. Trust me, on this. Personal experience talking, here.” He nodded sagely as he handed Alex the bag. “Personal experience.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Alex squelched quietly to the car. Well, he tried, anyway. It was hard to be unobtrusive when his clothes were so wet he could probably wring out enough water to fill a kiddie pool. And how was it the cashier noticed the glitter but not the fact Alex had created a puddle in front of the register? Douche.
With a sigh, he sat on the grungy beach towel he’d found on the floor in the backseat, hoping against hope it would protect his seat from the worst of the water and glitter. Putting the car into gear, he drove the few short miles to Izzy’s and forced himself to march up the steps and ring the bell.
The porchlight switched on, and he squinted in the glare.
“Alex! What happened?” She ushered him into the foyer. “You’re soaking wet! Are you okay.”
“I’m stupid. And I was so, so wrong.”
She brushed at his cheek. “Is that…glitter?”
He sighed. “Yeah.”
She lifted his hair off his forehead. “And a bruise?”
He shoved up his sleeve and showed her his arm. “Bruises.”
“I promise, I’ll tell you all about it. But first I owe you a huge apology.”
Izzy’s eyebrow rose. “Oh?”
He shoved the flowers and goodies at her, waiting until she took them before he spoke. “I am so, so, so sorry I ever said your job was a piece of cake.”
Her lips twitched. “Actually, I believe you said my job was a cakewalk.”
“Oh, it’s a cakewalk, all right. A cakewalk in the seventh circle of hell filled with tiny, demonic, soul-sucking monsters with voices so shrill I’m pretty sure my eardrums are still bleeding.”
“You don’t say.”
“I’m the worst little brother in the world for not believing you. Please say you’ll forgive me.”
She stared at him for a long, uncomfortable moment, until all at once, an evil smile lit her face. “You got assigned to a preschool room for student teaching, didn’t you?”
He nodded miserably as she laughed so hard, tears slid down her cheeks.
The only answer he got was more laughter.