This week’s Red Dress Club‘s Red Writing Hood prompt is about character development. We’re supposed to write about what our character wants most. This is my first work of fiction to be posted on my blog. Seriously. Everything else I’ve written really did happen.
Dear Ms. Thomas,
I hope you’ve received your gloves by now. Walter down at the post office said you should have got them by Wednesday. I’m so glad I got to meet you at the diner. Sorry again about getting ketchup on your sleeve. I swear I’m not cut out to be a waitress. Jerry, my boss, must think so too cause he calls me molasses most of the time. But whenever I try to go faster, disaster strikes. Anyway, sorry about the ketchup. You sure were nice about it.
I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I wish I could be more like you. You’re so sure of yourself. Did you always know what you wanted out of life? I sure as heck never wanted to be a waitress, but, well, here I am. I thought I might like to be a beautician. You know, have my own beauty shop one day (or salon as those high class ones are called). Maybe in a big city and have fancy customers. But there’s not any place to go to beauty school around here and I haven’t saved enough to go anywhere else.
But since I met you, I’ve been thinking I want more out of life. I know you’re a counselor, so I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I think I could make a good counselor, too. I mean, I listen to a lot of people right here in the diner, and they’re always asking me for advice. Why just the other day, Edna May Froebish asked me if I thought Joe would pay more attention to her if she dyed her hair blonde. I told her that if she had to do that to get Joe to notice her, then he wasn’t worth it. Don’t you think that’s good advice? Mind you, I also think Edna May would look hideous as a blonde with those bushy black eyebrows of hers!
I’ve also been thinking about what you said about God having a plan for my life. I’ve been asking him daily what that plan might be, but so far I haven’t gotten any revelations. What if God’s plan is for me to stay right here in Hogwash, Kentucky? I don’t think I could abide that! I mean, sometimes I wanna get out of here so bad, it makes my skin itch.
Anyway, didn’t mean to burden you with my troubles cause I know you got plenty of your own. I hope that new daughter-in-law of yours is starting to come around. Just kill her with kindness, like I told you. Mama says if you keep killing a body with kindness, they’re bound to come around sooner or later. Course sometimes you gotta do it between gritted teeth.
Well, I guess I’d better let you go. Sure am glad you left your gloves here so I could get to know you a little. Hope you don’t mind me pouring a little of my heart out to you, but you being a counselor and all, guess you’re used to it. Just wanted you to know that you inspired me to go after my dreams (once I figure out what they are, of course). If you get a chance, I’d love to hear how things are going for you. And sure am sorry about the ketchup.
Your friend, Sabina