Sunday Scribbling Prompt# 198: Good Old Days
LeeAnn washed the rest of the dishes. George didn’t like it when the kitchen was a mess. It had been a bad day. The car had a flat. There was no way they would have enough gas to make it to payday. There had been enough money for booze, though. He’d been drinking and she could hear him slamming things in the bedroom. He took some pills, too. She dried the last dish and hung the dishtowel on the rack to dry. She wiped the already clean counter one more time, nudging a canister back in line. George was coming up the hall now. He stopped and punched a hole in the cheap paneling. She came around the counter just in time for him to look up and the expression on his face made her run out the door.
LeeAnn had never run before but something in his eyes made her feet start moving before she had time to think about it. She took off into the woods behind the trailer. She had only made it a couple of feet when his hand yanked the back of her shirt and their momentum caused them both to hit the ground, him on top of her. He yelled and got up, jerking her with him. “You running away, LeeAnn? Huh? Where you gonna go?”
His arm went back and she saw the hand coming at her. Things went black and then sparkly. It felt like her eye had exploded. He drug her back to the trailer and up the steps, slinging her at the living room. She crawled to a chair and pulled herself up into it, folding her legs up under her and wrapping her arms around herself. She didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. She watched him as he sat on the couch, staring out the window. She waited.
George came over to LeeAnn and pulled her up and hugged her. The usual apology plus explanation about how she shouldn’t have run. How he wouldn’t have gotten so mad if she just hadn’t run. How it was really her fault after all. She hugged him back. It didn’t mean anything. She closed down and went somewhere else.
They went to bed and he held her up against him. She was still until she heard his breathing change. She eased his arm off of her. He mumbled something in his sleep and just in case, she told him she had to pee and would be right back.
LeeAnn slipped quietly from the bed and went into the bathroom and turned on the light. She touched her face. Her eye was swollen shut. She opened the cabinet and reached behind the cleaning supplies for the bandaid can where she had stashed a little money. She pulled on the jeans and tee shirt that were folded on top of the dirty clothes basket. She stopped in the hall and listened. She slipped up to the kitchen and got the can of charcoal starter out from under the sink. She sprinkled it down the hall on the carpet and took their marriage certificate and rolled it up. She struck a match and lit the paper on fire and set it on the carpet and threw the rest of the starter on it.
She closed the door behind her and stood for a moment in the front yard until she saw the flames. The old trailer would burn quickly. The cool night air made her swollen eye water and it stung. She started walking and singing quietly.
“Anticipation…Anticipation is makin me late, is keepin me waiting.”