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Today’s Writing Prompt: The Birthday Party
Today, write about a birthday party that goes awry. Before you begin writing, consider: Who is the party for? Who is throwing the party? Where is the party? And why does the party go awry?
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My Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
At the Birthday Party by K.E. Creighton
I planned to wear the new red and orange tightly beaded dress I picked out last week to Auntie Layla’s “sweet sixtieth” birthday party tonight. But after he said it made me look like I was on fire, I only wanted to watch it burn. Especially after I put it on two hours ago and could still feel his eyes and hands scorching my skin. So, I decided to wear my long-sleeved sweater dress instead. And now I was on a rooftop in the middle of the city thirty minutes or so post-dusk on one of the hottest spring days on record, sweltering. Is it weird that this is what I despised him for the most— for making me sweat?
I had the party catered by an up-and-coming chef from two towns over. And ordered the cake with ganache and confetti that had three giant tiers in the shape of balloons. I was proud of what I had pulled together. It was a magnificent party, aside from the burden I carried with me, which I was still deciding whether I wanted to bury or not.
The warm lighting and bright white tablecloths made for a romantic atmosphere in the dark. And more than a dozen people were on the dance floor with their signature cocktails in hand when I noticed him sitting at a table looking at me. His hand was on her knee, and he was smiling. So was she. She was pretty and young and looked willfully oblivious. I looked away and went to the bar alone to get another drink. He didn’t follow me there tonight.
When everyone heard her screams, I was stirring my Long Island iced tea, staring down over the ledge at the street. I didn’t have to rush to see what happened with the others. I knew it was him. And I will always regret not opening my mouth sooner. But who would have believed? It could have just as easily been you or me.
[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]
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