HomeAlright, well, since we have a grand party of 2, I'm going to kick stuff off over here, and give the illusion this site is up. This is a first draft of a story I wrote during the 2008 U.S. Presidential election. Not well written, but readable (I may be pulling a fast one on myself for thinking this).
Pallin with Palin
The yelling started and the storm raged, but the tears had yet to arrive. Home roasted turkey, still steaming, laid uneaten, abandoned. Girl held her hand protectively over stomach. Parent 1's voice box worked overtime, sound booming from it.
“How many years have we raised you? How many useless years have we spent?”
Girl shuffled her feet beneath the table. Her smooth, wrinkle free hands, tapping nervously against her flat stomach. She coughed, her voice attempting to emerge from her throat, getting caught behind her tongue.
“Do you know how many hours I've worked?” Parent 1 said, “My career, our country, needs this to be kept secret. We need to get rid of it.” Parent 1 said. Parent 2 shuffled uncomfortably. Parent 2 spoke, voice timid and tenuous, bound to break under any pressure.
“Love, don't you think you are taking this a bit too far? I mean, think of what we stand for. You can't get rid of it.” Parent 2 said, feet shuffling, hands adjusting freshly ironed clothes.
“Look, you dumb bitch I bring the cash, so I call the shots. I bring the food home, so you can gorge your fat ass on it, alright? So shut the hell up.” Parent 1 turned to Girl, “I am sick and tired of your carelessness. What am I supposed to do about your mistake? Look, like any other mistake, we're going to clean it up. I know men who can do it, but it has to be done soon before this gets any bigger.”
Parent 2 pushed away from the dinner table, chair squealing against the ceramic tile.
“I'm going to watch some television because I can't stand to watch this.” Parent 2 said, leaving the room. The television turned on several seconds later, a CNN newsman reporting on a hurricane.
“We all make sacrifices for the good of the family.” Parent 1 said. Tears weld in Girl's eyes.
“I don't want to get rid of it.” Girl said. Parent 1 looked down at still steaming turkey. Her eyes fixated upon the dead bird. Girl pulled her short skirt down, to cover her knees.
Parent 1 picked up the kitchen knife, next to the chicken, slicing the blade lightly across dainty, pianist finger. Parent 1 looked at the finger, as a thin red line appeared.
Parent 1 got up, and slowly walked towards Girl. Girl looked at the knife with uncaring, unyielding eyes. Parent 1 painted a line across Girl's forehead with the bleeding finger. From the outside window, one would have thought they were performing an ancient, archaic ritual.
“No daughter of mine, will ever show me this disrespect again.” Parent 1, looked at the four other eyes in the room, “If you won't let my friends fix this problem, I'll have to do it myself.”
“Do your best, bitch.” Girl said. Parent 1, looked down at girl. They had the same hair, the same eyes. Parent 1, felt Girl's hair between her fingers. Sniffed the salon conditioning girl put on that morning. Felt girl's young flesh, so perfect. Parent like child.
“Oh well, I have four others” Parent 1 said as she raised the knife above her head, and stabbed at Girl's womb. Girl squealed and put her arm up in protection. The sharp knife severed the flawless skin, and blood shot into Parent 1's eyes. A fleck of blood landed on her cheek, and she licked if off, grinning.
“I'm not going to miss this time.” Parent 1 said, girl sobbed, cradling her bleeding arm.
Parent 1 laughed, looking like a bloody Mary Poppins stabbing the kids she was supposed to be babysitting to death with her umbrella.
“Stop!” Parent 2 said, his receding hair line shining with sweat, “It's too late. Listen to CNN.”
The whole family listened, as the anchor on CNN spoke the 'breaking news “This just in. Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin's seven-teen year old daughter is pregnant.”
“Fuck.”