They ride back home was tensed and silent. So, Kamala’s interest was piqued when her usually soft-spoken mother launched into an angry diatribe.
“How could you behave so atrociously, Dileep?” his wife hissed. “You turned their anniversary celebration into a ruckus, despite my request to let bygones be bygones.”
Dileep scoffed, as the car slowed down near the intersection. “I merely spoke my mind. It’s not my fault if your folks are too prickly and high-handed.”
“Oh of-course! Blame their self-respect,” she sneered. “And not the vitriol you spewed infront of their guests, which could be heard across the street.”
Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday #169.
Other prompts: #FOWC– Vitriol; #YDWP– Atrocious; #RDP– Ruckus; #3TC– Street; Word of the Day– Pique
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Seems familiar, experienced such a situation once. š Reflections of reality.
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Me too! This was loosely inspired by a real life situation.
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Family disputes are difficult to let go of . . . even if you wanted to. So glad the image could help inspire writing your real life experience with the other prompts – thank you for joining us š¤
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Yay! I’m so glad to hear it š¤ I find the challenge of writing for an image to be greatly rewarding – as well as reading how so many different stories can be told by that same image š¤ Thank you so much!
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