This is another short I wrote for a Valentine's Day Prompt Contest, and I'm happy to say it won first place! I hope y'all like it as well!
All of the characters in this story are over the age of 18. Any questions feel free to ask!
Valentine's Day Disaster
Marie And Trey
•~•Marie•~•
At the grown ass age of 31, I still can't understand how I let my parents guilt me into doing their bidding. No matter how much I protest while on the phone with either of them, my bleeding heart always gives in and says yes.
It's the reason I'm stuck in this run down convenient store surrounded by all things red, roses, and full of love. When everyone can feel my revolution coming off of me in waves. It's safe to say my dead black heart would rather be anywhere but here at this moment.
But, because of said bleeding heart, I'm hiding at the back of the check-out line with a basket full of chocolate hearts, because my momma can never pass up a sale!
All this for $.50 a box! I should have stayed in bed! I think as I pull a piece of dried food from the bottom of my oversized t-shirt. I didn't bother to change before leaving my house to make the drive 20 minutes out of town.
My baggy old sweats, thread-bread oversized t-shirts, with my colorful keds were the only clothes in my closet, and I couldn't care less what anyone else thought of them. Since my husband of 10 years left me and our 2 kids a year ago, this very day, I haven't thought about what anyone else cared to say.
It's not like any of them have asked how things have been for us since then. No one has offered to help me with my bills from getting cut off or groceries for my kids. None of them go into my kids rooms at night to give them extra hugs and kisses, because they are crying for their father. Just me, all alone and I guess that's the way it's going to be.
~•~Trey•~•
Pulling in to the first store I've come to along these backroads in the last 30 minutes. I cut the engine and rest my forehead on the top of my steering wheel. Why must the mother of my child call just to bitch at me about something new each day! Of course I knew that today was Valentines Day, and planned on getting Em a gift.
Unfortunately some people have to work for a living, and can't do things at certain times. I would have loved to take Em's gift to her school, and had lunch with her. Em's 6th grade year was almost complete, and I felt like I'd missed it all.
Hopefully this place had roses and candy, or whatever else preteen girls classified as 'romantic'. I could buy whatever they had on the way home to get me back in Em's and her moms good graces.
Hoping out of my truck with my wallet in hand I make my way through the front doors. I take a quick sweep of the place then make my way fast toward the back corner. Where a meager selection of Valentines decor sat.
A few wilting flowers and half deflated balloons is all that was left. Luckily, I spot a small plush bear on a bottom shelf and grab it. I make my way around the store stopping at the back of the checkout line, and start waiting.
The old guy at the register looked to be pushing 90, and moving just as slow. I blew out a breath of frustration, then let my eyes wander around the place again. Old and full of miss-matched shelving on each row, but the floors at least looked clean. My eyes go back to the old man seeing he was still with the same customer as before, so I start checking out the people in the line.
An older couple with a few cans and some milk. Behind them were two men around their 40's with a few items between them. In front of me was a woman about 5'6 with brown hair tied in a messy bun on her head. Wearing clothes that must be someone else's. I looked at her basket, and groan seeing all the chocolate inside.
Old man at the register is going to take forever with all that!
