This week Trifecta‘s challenge word is cheap.
This week I decided to try to write outside of my usual semi-autobiographical bubble. “Semi” because the nursery walls are eggshell, Amazing Grace wasn’t playing when we decided we weren’t going back, the flyer did not say “the end is near,” and the ringer on our phone is never, ever (ever, ever, ever) on. Anyway, I hope I captured what I was going for…
Most nights she went home alone, but the loneliest were the nights she didn’t. Tonight was no exception. A bottle of cheap Merlot ushered in the fake good times, and then he was gone.
She remembered once hearing a man snidely refer to his lover as just a warm body. She ran her hand down to her cold, damp thigh. “No,” she thought, “I’m not even that.”