The writing prompt I used for today was:
“A bottle filled with blue liquid”
At a party, thirteen young teens joke and laugh and dance in
Ambrosia’s basement. She had invited all of her best friends and made sure her
best friend, Trista’s crush would come too.
“Let’s play a game” She announces.
Brenita jumps up in a tizzy, “Spin the bottle. Let’s play
spin the bottle.”
Ambrosia smiles cunningly, she had been thinking the same
thing.
“Everyone sit in a circle, I’ll get the bottle”
She spies her best friend Trista and gives her a wink.
As the group gathers in a circle, Ambrosia disappears into
another room.
The group giggles and squirms.
Tate, fidgets with the cuff of his sleeve. He’s heard about
spin the bottle, and isn’t sure he’s ready to kiss a girl.
Radcliff sits with a beaming smile. He knows all about
spinning the bottle and kissing girls.
Juliana and Brenita sit beside each other, jostling for
position across from Radcliff.
The giggles and fussing quiet down when Ambrosia return with
the bottle.
She places it in the middle of the circle on gangly teens.
They stare, unable to break their gaze.
The bottle is filled with a shimmering blue liquid and has
been sealed with a cork and has been dipped in wax.
Still staring, Brenita asks what everyone is thinking.
“What’s in the bottle, Ambrosia?”
“It’s a potion, of course.”
Some of the kids erupt in a fit of giggles and laughter. Radcliff
lets out a roar. “I don’t believe in that stuff.”
Trista joins in the laughter. “Ya, good one Ambrosia.” She
passes a knowing look to best friend, then looks across the circle to Tate. “Come
on, lets get this game started”.
Some of the other kids sit uneasily, still looking at the
blue shimmering liquid.
Trista grabs a firm hold of the bottle and closes her eyes.
With all her might, she spins the bottle.
It spins round fast, then faster and even faster.
The crowd looks on in disbelief.
Then the bottle explodes into a fine powdery mist.
When it settles, only Trista and Tate remain. They are seated
as they had been, but they’re now on a blanket in the middle of a meadow, as
though they have been transported. They are surrounded by cool grass, flowers
and butterflies. In the distance are beautiful fruit trees all in bloom. The sun
is shining, but it’s not too bright, or too hot.
They sit for a moment in disbelief.
Trista gases into Tate’s eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s not real,
but I wanted to be alone with you.”
Tate blinks, breaking the gaze. He looks around at the
beauty that surrounds him. “How do we
get back?”
Trista shrugs, “I’m not sure exactly, but Ambrosia told me
that we only have a little while”
She smiles sweetly at Tate. “We don’t have to kiss if you
don’t want to, but…”
She blushes and looks away.
Tate blushes too. “It’s not that I don’t like you.”
Still looking away, Trista nods.
“It’s just that I don’t think I’m ready for..”
Trista looks at Tate again and smiles.
The trees in the distance begin to shimmer and dissolve.
Tate, with a scrunched up face regards Trista’s pretty face.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
Trista notices the dissolving scenery as it continues to
close in on the couple.
“I’m not mad. I guess I understand.”
The meadow and the butterflies continue to disappear, as
Tate continues to admire Trista.
“Anyway,” she continues “I think we’re out of time.”
Just as the last few flowers begin to dissolve, Tate hops to
his knees, leans in and grabs Trista. Before she can react, Tate pulls her to
him, closes his eyes and gives her a big kiss, right on the lips. For a moment,
they hold their embrace. Eyes closed tight. Caught in the moment.
When Tate again opens his eyes, they are back in the
basement.
All the other kids are cheering and hooting. The bottle of
blue shimmering liquid is fully intact with the cork and wax still sealed.
Ambrosia smiles and asks, “Who’s next?”
Hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing.
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