The beginning of the end. (TM 218)
218: Write about a lie your parents told you.
Eleven-thirty on a Saturday night, and we're in the kind of "fancy" restaurant where the big men smell of cheap cigars and polyester; the women smell like hairspray and even cheaper perfume. The kind of joint where the salad is iceberg lettuce and dressing, period, with a packet of saltines on the side.
And my dad and I, we're sitting in a booth. He's got a non-alcoholic beer sweating through a cocktail napkin. Still smells sweaty himself, despite a quick shower in the locker room, some Listerine to wash the blood out of his mouth. And we're sitting there, my ears still ringing, talking about the fight he just won. About school. Nothing important, over baked potatoes and steaks like leather, the kind you douse in ketchup before you take a bite. It was the kind of place where they watered down the ketchup, too.
And all of a sudden, out of nowhere, he sets his fork down and I can feel him just looking at me. He grins, and he gestures at the waiter for another fake-beer for him and another Coke for me, and he says, "You an' me, we're on top of the world, you know that, Matty? And it is only gonna get better from here. I can feel it. This is the beginning of somethin' good."
Matt Murdock/Daredevil
Daredevil
230 words
Eleven-thirty on a Saturday night, and we're in the kind of "fancy" restaurant where the big men smell of cheap cigars and polyester; the women smell like hairspray and even cheaper perfume. The kind of joint where the salad is iceberg lettuce and dressing, period, with a packet of saltines on the side.
And my dad and I, we're sitting in a booth. He's got a non-alcoholic beer sweating through a cocktail napkin. Still smells sweaty himself, despite a quick shower in the locker room, some Listerine to wash the blood out of his mouth. And we're sitting there, my ears still ringing, talking about the fight he just won. About school. Nothing important, over baked potatoes and steaks like leather, the kind you douse in ketchup before you take a bite. It was the kind of place where they watered down the ketchup, too.
And all of a sudden, out of nowhere, he sets his fork down and I can feel him just looking at me. He grins, and he gestures at the waiter for another fake-beer for him and another Coke for me, and he says, "You an' me, we're on top of the world, you know that, Matty? And it is only gonna get better from here. I can feel it. This is the beginning of somethin' good."
Matt Murdock/Daredevil
Daredevil
230 words