This is a little excerpt from my NaNoWriMo project. It’s rough. I think the scene is pretty self-explanatory. The characters are Susan, my protagonist, who abandoned her baby twenty years ago, and Max, her ex-husband and father of the baby.
“Max,” Susan said sniffling into her phone. “I need a huge favor. I’m sorry to call and ask, but I don’t have anywhere else.”
“Susan, what’s wrong? You sound like you’re crying.”
“Someone broke into my apartment.”
“Are you okay? Did you call the police?”
“I’m fine, the cops just left, but I need a place to go tonight. Do you think I could stay with you? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I just don’t feel safe here right now and my window’s broken and it’s cold out”
“Susan, stop, of course you can come. I’ll swing by to get you.”
She hung up the phone and grabbed an overnight bag. She quickly threw in some pajamas, her toothbrush, hairbrush, a change of clothes for the next day, and some clean underwear. She found Baby hidden beneath the bed and wrestled him out, dumping him into his carrier. Baby yowled like he was in heat.
“I know, Baby, I know. But we have to go tonight. We’ll come home soon.”
She gathered up some food for him, and grabbed his bowls. She looked around her apartment. The place was a mess. The sofa cushions were upended, the lamps were knocked over. There was food all over the kitchen from the refrigerator that had been knocked over and now leaned against the counter on the opposite side of her tiny kitchen. She stepped over the puddle of milk on the floor and pushed the fridge back in place, closing the door. She would straighten up the rest tomorrow. Right now, she just wanted to get out of there.
She picked up her bag and yowling Baby. She locked the apartment door and laughed.
“I guess that’s not really necessary, huh, Baby?”
She headed down to the building’s lobby and waited until Max pulled up in front. His taxi with the Christmas wreath lashed to the front pulled up and she got in, placing the still yowling Baby on her lap.
“Thanks for picking me up.”
“You have a cat,” said Max.
“Oh, yeah. This is Baby.”
She held the carrier up to him.
“Baby, this is Max.”
“I didn’t know you had a cat,” he said.
“Oh, I hope it’s not a problem. I couldn’t just leave him, he’d get out the window.”
“No, no problem. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Max peered into the carrier. Baby hissed at him.
“He’s just scared,” Susan said, turning the carrier around.
“That must be a big hole in your window,” Max said.
Susan pushed his arm.
“Stop it,” she said. “He can’t help it. He has big bones.”
This post is in response to this prompt from the Red Dress Club. I was in a Christmas-y mood.