Shallyn sighed at the sounds of yelling erupting from the house as she approached the front door, and paused, waiting for a lull, before ringing the doorbell twice. The voices both fell silent mid argument, as if someone had pointed a remote at them and hit mute, which in retrospect, Shallyn had basically done.
The door opened, revealing the couple both wearing forced smiles that they had pulled out of their back pockets which barely reached their eyes, and they welcomed her into the house. Clarissa tried to discretely clean up the glass from the broken vase, while Daniel acted as nonchalantly as possible by making small talk about the fact that there could be rain that evening.
When he said, “Let’s go sit down in the living room while Clarissa puts on a pot of coffee and pulls out the cake,” Clarissa’s eyes shot daggers into his back, and Shallyn noticed her mutter to herself, “I’m not your pawn.”
Shallyn started to follow Daniel, but turned back and stated, “I can cut the cake.”
.
Inspired by this prompt from GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Story challenge: Pawn
Powerful undercurrent of tension here! Brilliant immersive story 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Tom!
The tension’s so thick you could cut it with a (cake) knife.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What an awkward moment! I give Shallyn a lot of credit for even ringing the doorbell. Under the same circumstances, I may have turned around, driven off and called Clarissa and Daniel with an excuse for cancelling.
Use of the prompt word was nicely executed!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Shallyn is a pretty courageous person who cares about both of her friends.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I hope that cake sweetens up the mood. Good six.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks! I think Shallyn made Clarissa feel better simply by offering to cut the cake, so I do believe there is hope for them.
LikeLiked by 1 person
‘…forced smiles that they had pulled out of their back pockets…’ Stunning phrase!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Chris!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yep my vote goes for that too. Brilliant! 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person
“…as if someone had pointed a remote at them and hit mute,”
damn!*
*compliment….translated as “I wish I’d write a line that good.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha, thanks! 😊
LikeLike
I like how you compared the doorbell with a remote to stop the argument inside.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks, Frank!
LikeLiked by 1 person
So awful to get caught in the middle,
especially when you feel you can’t leave.
LikeLiked by 1 person
It’s a tough place to be.
LikeLiked by 1 person