(M)Enigma

I sit here, on the edge of things. Because I’m edgy. I’m different. I’m me. I doodle in my notebook, watching the cheerleaders flirt with guys who’ll never look at me, watching the nerds ignore me. I used to be one of them. But now I’m different. I’m finally being myself. True to myself. I sit back from my doodling, aloof.

“Oh, honey,” my only friend says, stooping beside me. “What is that?”

“What do you mean?”

“That,” she says, pointing at my face.

“Um…” I stammer, not following her.

“You look like you’re going to cry. That’s the saddest face I’ve ever seen.”

“Not sad. Mysterious,” I say emphatically. “I’m an enigma. These other freaks,” I gesture across the cafeteria, “they just don’t get me.”

“No, honey,” she says, “they do. They just don’t care.” She puts her arm around me and sighs. They don’t care about her either.

 

Trifecta‘s prompt: enig·ma noun \i-ˈnig-mə, e-\
3: an inscrutable or mysterious person

Trifecta Intro, a little late…

  1. What is your name (real or otherwise)? Amanda
  2. Describe your writing style in three words. plain but inspired
  3. How long have you been writing online? off and on for a few years
  4. Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in? no others
  5. Describe one way in which you could improve your writing. practice
  6. What is the best writing advice you’ve ever been given? write daily
  7. Who is your favorite author?  I don’t know, but I like best the authors who focus more on story-telling than impressive prose (which is more impressive when it just happens along the way to telling a good story).
  8. How do you make time to write? sneaking at work (it’s shameful)
  9. Give us one word we should consider using as a prompt. Remember–it must have a third definition. What’s the word for “out of place?” Maybe a good prompt would be to write about something found in a place it doesn’t belong. Sorry my vocabulary is failing me just now.
  10. Direct us to one blog post of yours that we shouldn’t miss reading. I’ll go with this one, since it’s a Trifecta winner.

Thunder

In a brief moment of clarity I wondered if I seemed like a crazy person swatting invisible gnats in the air. The thunder of my next contraction drove that and every other thought out of my head. Nothing outside my body had changed, but time stopped and space diminished as my son and I worked out the details of his pending arrival.

This week’s prompt is thun·der noun \ˈthən-dər\
3: bang, rumble <the thunder of big guns>

My take on the prompt is totally autobiographical this week. I guess birth is on my mind since my son will be a year old in a couple months. Time flies. And both of my labors are among my most cherished memories and favorite experiences of my life.