eclecticmuses March
Based on this picture.
The Penny Saver. Who knew that it'd turn into a Fetus Saver, too? As I sat on the park bench across from Leah, I adjusted the large sunglasses sitting on the bridge of my nose and took a sip of my blue slushee. Leah was perusing and reading some of the ads outloud, but all of them sounded so .. trite. So forced. So immaculately perfect. And maybe the perfect thing was what scared me away initially. I didn't want absolutely perfect parents for my unborn; besides, who the hell was perfect, anyway? God knows that the couple could've turned out to be molesters or rapists or something, but were absolutely amazing on paper. And they could've just been looking for another victim to hold hostage in their house. And some of those couples were just God damn greedy. You already have kids. Stop trying to steal more from a young uterus, will you?
The sort of couple I wanted wasn't the one that I ended up picking. I wanted a Graphic Designer or something awesomely rad. And the Asian girlfriend was definitely a requirement. It would automatically up the ante of the tubular factor. At least, for me.
But, sitting on that bench, I guess something inside of me snapped. Seeing the disgustingly perfect picture of Mark and Vanessa told me something. I couldn't have told you what it was at the time, and I don't think I could tell you now. All I know is that even through the pixelated, grainy, black and white obstacles of that cheap Penny Saver, I could tell there was something special. Something about them. Or maybe it was just the delirium brought on by the blue slushee that caused me to think that they were the ones, in which case all hail the blue slushee. It was right. At least, half right.
All I know is that it hadn't been so long ago that I had sat on that park bench without anything growing inside of me, except for maybe some mold on a week-old hamburger I ate. But there wasn't anything substantial inside of my stomach. Or around my stomach. I didn't eat the kid. And every time I go back to that bench, my hand reaches for where my body was once engorged with a child, with life. And when I glance down to see that the semi-permanent fat suit is no longer being worn, something inside of me twinges.
What I can tell you, with certainty, is that both me and that park bench will never be the same.
Character l Juno MacGuff
Fandom l Movies (Juno)
Word Count l 430
The Penny Saver. Who knew that it'd turn into a Fetus Saver, too? As I sat on the park bench across from Leah, I adjusted the large sunglasses sitting on the bridge of my nose and took a sip of my blue slushee. Leah was perusing and reading some of the ads outloud, but all of them sounded so .. trite. So forced. So immaculately perfect. And maybe the perfect thing was what scared me away initially. I didn't want absolutely perfect parents for my unborn; besides, who the hell was perfect, anyway? God knows that the couple could've turned out to be molesters or rapists or something, but were absolutely amazing on paper. And they could've just been looking for another victim to hold hostage in their house. And some of those couples were just God damn greedy. You already have kids. Stop trying to steal more from a young uterus, will you?
The sort of couple I wanted wasn't the one that I ended up picking. I wanted a Graphic Designer or something awesomely rad. And the Asian girlfriend was definitely a requirement. It would automatically up the ante of the tubular factor. At least, for me.
But, sitting on that bench, I guess something inside of me snapped. Seeing the disgustingly perfect picture of Mark and Vanessa told me something. I couldn't have told you what it was at the time, and I don't think I could tell you now. All I know is that even through the pixelated, grainy, black and white obstacles of that cheap Penny Saver, I could tell there was something special. Something about them. Or maybe it was just the delirium brought on by the blue slushee that caused me to think that they were the ones, in which case all hail the blue slushee. It was right. At least, half right.
All I know is that it hadn't been so long ago that I had sat on that park bench without anything growing inside of me, except for maybe some mold on a week-old hamburger I ate. But there wasn't anything substantial inside of my stomach. Or around my stomach. I didn't eat the kid. And every time I go back to that bench, my hand reaches for where my body was once engorged with a child, with life. And when I glance down to see that the semi-permanent fat suit is no longer being worn, something inside of me twinges.
What I can tell you, with certainty, is that both me and that park bench will never be the same.
Character l Juno MacGuff
Fandom l Movies (Juno)
Word Count l 430