Daily Prompt, Stories, thoughts, writing

Like a cold wind in December

Something a little different for the day. A story based around a song, a story using the words of a song for inspiration. Didn’t quite turn out how I wanted but I’ve got a book to edit so I can’t spend any more time on it. 🙂

Like A Cold Wind In December.

“You don’t understand me. You don’t understand what I do around here.” Steph screamed at Mark two seconds after he walked in the back door.

“What? What have I done this time?”

Mark had been mowing the grass. He had no idea what had set Steph off but she was obviously pissed off. Still it was better she let off steam once in a while rather than keeping everything bottled up like she usually did.

“I work my arse off around here keeping it clean, work my arse off four days a week at work and all you want to do is make a fucking racket with that lawn mower.” Steph’s anger was increasing.

“Well someone has to mow the grass, you wont get off your arse and do it in any one of those three days you get off every week.” Mark had promised himself a thousand times that he wouldn’t fight fire with fire but sometimes the promise got broken. “I get one night off, if I can’t time that noisy mower with your shitty moods it’s not my problem.”

The next thing Mark heard was the front door opening, then the security door. The last thing he heard was the crash as the security door rattled on it’s hinges after being slammed shut.

hr2

Mark knew losing his cool was the wrong thing to do, but after coming off a week’s worth of extremely tiring night shifts and sleepless days he was tired and grumpy. He needed sleep. Steph needed time to cool down and the two of them didn’t need to be in each other’s face.

Like most married couples Mark and Steph
disagree, fought and argued. Like most married couples they sorted out their issues but Steph’s growing resentment for everything Mark did, and the world in general it seemed, was getting hard for Mark to handle despite how much he loved her.

Having ridden the bus before Mark knew that Steph leaving the house was her way of cooling down. She’d simply walk the neighbourhood, think about everything, and just cool down. Walking didn’t automatically make her see things from others perspective but it at least created peace in the house.

Giving Steph even more space Mark decided he would go to bed and try to catch up on some of his missed sleep meaning the house would be quiet and empty when Steph got home. It would also mean that he would again, like most days wake up alone, something he hated.

Emotions ran high,
And the words were strong
Heard the screen door slam,
And you were gone

You can’t win a fight
You don’t understand
And I wake up alone
Reachin’ for your hand

hr2

As Mark rolled over in the empty bed he looked at the clock and saw that he’d managed to sleep for three hours, it was nearly dinner time. He could hear Steph doing something in the kitchen, he hoped it wasn’t housework, he hoped it wasn’t dinner. He wished it was relaxing but he couldn’t be sure without getting out of bed and facing whatever had come of their previous argument.

Laying on his back he spent a few minutes thinking before making any further decisions. His thinking brought up two conclusions. The first one was that he would have to get up and face Steph at some stage. The second was that no matter how they fought, how they argued he loved Steph, love her more than he loved any one or anything else in the world. Not only did he love her but he supported her and supported everything she did.

He hated the fact that she needed to work the shitty job she had, he hated the fact that his shitty job saw him out of the house when she was home and at home when she was at work.

But he really hoped she knew that no matter what they disagreed on, no matter what they argued about he was always there for her.

Like a cold wind in December
When we don’t see eye to eye
I want you to remember
I’m still on your side
When you need me girl
Still on your side

As sure as a river
Runs to the sea
There’ll have to be times,
We both disagree

hr2

He’d tried on a number of occasions, especially after having a disagreement, to remind Steph that while he may not always agree with her he’d go down fighting to defend her right to have the opinion. To often his words came out wrong, too often his words came out jumbled and too often his words came out angry.

Saying the wrong words, often in the wrong way, seemed to be Mark’s forte. He’d get angry because the right words wouldn’t come out, or when they did they were in the wrong order. He really hoped through the yelling and raised voices that Steph knew what he really meant, but with her reactions either to shut up and say nothing or to explode back at him before walking out the door he often wondered.

Sometimes I feel like shoutin’
It’s like a freight train in my heart
Make you see there’ll be no doubtin’
I’m still on your side
When you need me girl
Still on your side

And I look up
To see you standin’ there
But you just look right thru me
Somebody tell me I’m dreamin’
Pretend you don’t care
As you turn round and walk out that door

hr2

Rolling onto his side and pushing his legs out from the under the doona Mark got to his feet and headed to the kitchen where Steph was. The short sleep had calmed him down, he hoped the time alone had calmed Steph down.

The pull in his chest as he walked through the lounge room was stronger than it had ever been before, he wondered if that’s what a broken heart really felt like. He wanted to walk into the kitchen and shout at the top of his voice that he loved her. That he supported her and that no matter what happened he’d always be there for her. But shouting was what got them into this.

Sometimes I feel like shoutin’
It’s like a freight train in my heart
Make you see there’ll be no doubtin’
I’m still on your side

hr2

Instead he went in singing

Like a cold wind in December
When we don’t see eye to eye
I want you to remember
I’m still on your side
Na-na-na-na-na-na
I’m still on your side

2 Comments

  1. Wow. I wonder if the two of them get it all sorted out.

    A sequel coming?

Got something to say? Drop it here!

Theme adapted by Krafty Presentations & Graphics

%d bloggers like this: