Rules were that it had to be 600 words, first person, and I could only use two personal pronouns in the entire thing (I/my). Let me know what you think!_________________
The sky was a dirty color of gray on this gloomy day. The bench that I was sitting on dripped quietly from last night’s rain. Small tufts of pale green grass were sprouting from the sloppy mud on the ground. The mud was bordered by a grid of cement pavement. Not too far of a distance away, standing on the pavement, was a couple.
The woman was short and thin with brown curls framing her face. She wore a bright red coat, greatly contrasting the dark black of her partner’s. He was a gruff man of about twenty-six perhaps, she around the same. He had a dark beard to match his attire, and thick meaty hands. The woman seemed oddly delicate next to the great man. The two stood a few feet apart from each other, as if there were some barrier between them.
They were speaking in hushed yet rapid tones that were barely discernable. The man spoke animatedly, his arms flailing about every few seconds. The woman kept her own hands in her pockets, as though she were trying to hug herself. Her watery eyes glistened in the dim light of the day, she looked as if she were about to burst into tears.
“I just don’t understand how you could be such an idiot!” The man screamed at her, seemingly giving up on violently whispering.
She, however, kept silent. It were as though she was afraid of this man, only a few inches taller than herself. He however, weighed at least a hundred pounds more than she did. Her coat clung to her small frame. There was a sense of innocence and beauty to her, marred by the shadow cast by her partner.
At her silence, the round face of the man began to color into a darker shade, resembling a plum, and with that he sent the back of one of his enormous hands to meet her rosy cheek. She whimpered, but still said nothing.
“How can you be pregnant, Elaine? How?” His hands then reached up to pull at his own hair. “We haven’t seen each other in months. I’ve been in prison since April!”
She began to lose it, tears and mascara streaming down her face.
“Baby, I thought you loved me,” he began to pout. It was an odd sight, such a large man beginning to tear up. “You were all I had.”
They both stood there for a while, wallowing in their sadness. Until the sound of a car honking at another car on the street a distance away snapped the man out of it. He quickly returned to his anger, grabbing both of her shoulders in a death grip, “I can’t believe you. I trusted you.”
Finally, in a watery voice, she spoke. “I-I’m sorry.”
“I loved you.” His eyes stared into her own. They stood like that for what seemed like hours, his piercing eyes staring into her kind, sad eyes.
“I love you,” she said, wiping away a tear, only to be replaced by another.
He let go of her shoulders with a push, “I don’t love you anymore, Elaine.” Then, with a turn, he walked down the cement pavement to its end, opening an iron gate to the street.
With that, she fell to the ground, crumpled in dismay. Holding her stomach, she pulled herself into the fetal position. Crying violently, she whispered “I’m sorry” in between gasps and sobs. After a few minutes, she noticed that she was not alone. She sat upright, running her hands through her hair multiple times, rubbing her stomach. Then, slowly, she hobbled over to the soaked bench and sat beside me, coughing at the smoke of a just recently put out cigarette.
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