Free write:
I was folding his clothes when I found it. A receipt. Two glasses of wine. A date I recognized, because that night, I had been home alone, waiting for him. My hands started shaking. I wanted to believe it was nothing. A work dinner. A friend. A mistake. So I asked him. He didn’t even look at me, he was on his phone. That was it. No explanation. No guilt. Just indifference. I stood there, clinging to that small slip of paper, realizing the truth. I had already lost him. And the worst part wasn’t that he didn’t care; it was that I kept folding his clothes anyway.
…Writing about an image from the Oui Si was a challenge. But after being chronically online and spending too much time listening to stories and radio shows about how to catch a cheater, I wanted to put my twist on it. The image I pulled was denim - maybe jeans, overalls, or a jacket. I didn't know exactly, but it didn't matter because I didn't have to know. I could write about whatever I wanted to.
Follow-up Creative Write
Maybe it was about Mrs. Watson
It was Thursday, which meant laundry day. She always saved it for last; it was a dread, a tedious chore for her. The children were finally outside playing with the puppy, and with the lasagna in the oven, she had a small window of time. But before loading up the machine, she first began to sort and empty. She checks the tiny pockets of her boys' jeans, the little secrets of their day, some spare coins, and candy wrappers. Then she reached into Joe’s jeans, sliding her hand into his front pocket, and felt a small piece of paper. A receipt. And just like that, the chore she dreaded the most would change her life.
… Imagine the detail that could have gone into creating the story, before and after. The imagery or even the power that could have come through a more in-depth writing of the two pieces. Well, that's the thing with the story: there’s always more that could be said. One receipt can mean nothing. Or it can be anything.
So, if you could have, what would you have written? If you got a picture of denim, would you describe the intricacies of the textures or maybe a poem? Think of all the things it might be or could be. If you’d like an opportunity to write using the Oui Si come on down to the Reading and Writing Center!
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