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Basically we get a word prompt a day and we then write about it. It's a great exercise to keep one's mind sharpened and focused on writing... This isn't beta-ed. It is what it is.
This has nothing to do with Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. Each day's prompt will differ, so what I write will vary greatly as well. If you like it, then cool, please review.
These are unbeta-ed. If you find any grammatical errors, you're more than welcome to point them out to me.
Today's prompts: August 18, 2010
Word Prompt: Bendy straw
"Bella, it's so good to see you", Mrs. Cullen said, pulling me in for a light hug. Edward was standing to the side, watching his mother with a sheepish grin.
I'd met Mrs. Cullen a few times before, sometimes in the grocery store, other times at the park.
I returned the hug and replied in kind, "You too, Mrs. Cullen".
"It's Esme, dear. You're always calling me 'Mrs. Cullen' and I'm always telling you not to! Let us not continue this cycle, alright?" Mrs. Cul- no, Esme said, her eyes twinkling.
She doesn't wait for a response, instead questioning me about Charlie and his health, which strikes me as odd because she's the doctor's wife. She would know if there was something to know. I answer all her questions dutifully, accepting my drink from Edward, who had been holding it for me patiently.
A loud squeal interrupts us and we see Alice chasing a butterfly, with Lauren close at her heels, both their drinks forgotten at the moment.
"Excuse me", Esme says, and walks over to the excited girls.
I sip the lemonade, it's rich, citrusy taste delightful to my taste buds. It's a nice relief from the miraculous heat bearing down upon us. The shining sun is never heard of in Forks, and the weather is a sweet respite from the usual cold and rain. I drink he lemonade through the conveniently placed bendy straw, the cool liquid swirling around in my mouth.
I realize that Edward hadn't tasted his lemonade either before, waiting for me to drink first. The gesture, whether intentional or not, is such a sweet one that it warms my heart. I watch him drink it right from the glass, not bothering to use the straw. I see his throat constrict as he swallows the lemonade, his Adam's apple a very distracting sight.
Evidently, I'm so consumed by the wonderful sight that I suck too much of the liquid at one go, and end up spluttering and coughing wildly, all the while hoping I won't throw up.
I feel Edward thump lightly on my back, and I wheeze, all the air released in a resounding whoosh.
I feel his eyes upon me, and I close my eyes, thinking of how mortifying my life always seems to be around this boy.