Wagon Of Band I Am On It

For PROMPTuesday #13 we're doing this:

Complete the paragraph and continue the story.

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“Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”

She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers…

And this is what I wrote:


“Wait!” I screamed after her. “Your hat!”



She ignored me, which was to be expected. We hadn’t talked, not really anyway, in more than 10 years. I scooped up her black hat. The mesh veil fluttered beneath my fingers. Tightening my grip I pelted after her. “I can explain! Jenny, please!” Fortunately her Manolos were no match for my Pumas and I caught up with her before the corner. Handing her the hat I faced her. While she pinned it back on her head I pressed my advantage. “Jenny, it’s me, Gloria.”

“That’s not funny.” She spat, wincing as the hat pin slipped and nicked her scalp.

“I’m not joking”

“I don’t know how you know this or what kind of weird plastic surgery you had done or why in hell you’d want to do this but my sister died over a decade ago so whatever you’re here to do or say isn’t funny at all. Just because I’ve been in a couple of popular movies doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” It was sweet to hear her new “actress voice.” I hadn’t realized she used it all the time, I thought it had something to do with the way they recorded the dialogue for her movies.

“Oh, don’t I know it. You beat the pants off me in that spelling bee in 5th grade. What was the word?”

“Epithet” we chimed together.

“This, this just isn’t…believable.” She whispered, her voice cracking.

“It is. I promise. I can help you believe if you’ll just give me a couple of minutes. Can you do that?”

I had an oddly visceral memory of the look she was getting. I couldn’t really blame her. I had been a horrible sister with a true gift for torturing the gullible. Over time I’d parlayed that into a career.