I know I said I would be posting this prompt on Sunday, but I was into a few other projects this weekend, and I let time slip away from me.
Here are the responses that we had for the first prompt:
And without further ado, I give you my story:
There is an old Ford truck my granddaddy used to drive. He would take me to the custard stand every summer for ice cream, I had so many great memories with him in that truck, and much to my surprise, he left it to me, his only granddaughter after he died.
I have made even more memories in this truck. It’s where I had my first kiss, it was in this truck where I saw my first Drive-In movie with Nathan, the basketball star at Southern High. I still drive this truck around. Coming from a long line of mechanics, one learns how to maintain a vehicle.
But my favorite memory in this truck is recent. Two nights ago I called up my ex boyfriend and asked him if he would like to see me since I was back in town. He was happy to oblige, so I grabbed the essentials. My black sundress that shows the perfect amount of cleavage and just a little leg, a 4-year-old bottle of Cabernet, and some pillows and blankets.
I picked him up that evening. We had dinner at Mountain State Brewery, the place where we went on our first date for wood oven pizza and craft beer. We sat out on the back deck and watched the sunset, just like we had on that first date.
“I love that you’re still so romantic after all of this time,” he whispered across the table.
I played coy, twirling a strand of hair around my finger and flashing him a smile before shyly looking down at my feet. I looked up and caught his eyes roaming all over me, not trying to act like he wasn’t, or play it cool like a true gentleman, but that’s okay. I knew he wouldn’t change, and that night, I didn’t want him to.
After dinner I drove us to my aunt’s farm. No one lived there any more, but my family still owned the property. I pulled out the blankets and pillows and laid them in the bed of the truck, before inviting him to join me. I poured us each a glass of wine, and we gazed up at the stars, talking and stealing kisses.
As the night went on, the more and more intoxicated he became. I made sure to nurse my glass, I wanted to remember every single precious second of this night.
In no time at all he was moving to remove my dress, his hands roaming all over my body. Finally, I had him exactly where I wanted him.
As our kisses turned heated, I moved my arm behind me to grab the rope hidden beneath my pillow. I straddled his lap and kissed his neck, moving my hands up his arms before quickly tying the rope around his wrists.
He was too intoxicated and too turned on to fully comprehend what was happening at first, much to my advantage.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
I smiled down at him, it felt wonderful to be the one looking down at him for a change. “Karma wasn’t working fast enough for me.” I replied. “Pay back’s a bitch,” I screamed before wrapping my hands around his throat. “How does it feel?”
I couldn’t bring myself to do exactly what he had done to me, so I took a hammer and smashed his wrists and ankles before calling my brother to help me with the rest.
My brother helped me drag his body to the cliff, where we pushed him off, making sure he landed in shallow water, breaking even more bones in his hateful body.
My brother and I stayed in the truck until sunrise, watching the sun illuminate the autumn leaves and the scraps after the wolves ate his body.