One Quirk Later #7–disaster child makes poor decisions

Hello, friends!

I’m back again (a few days behind schedule, but shhhhhh) to participate in Jem Jones’ One Quirk Later flashfiction series!

In case you are not acquainted with this wonderful madness, the gist of it is as follows: Jem gives us pictures. We write flashfiction. We all read each other’s flashfiction and SCREAM.

More or less.

Be sure to check out Jem’s blog!

Here is the prompt:

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A few things you don’t need to know before you read what I wrote:

  • AnGsT aNGst ANgSt
  • (Okay, but it’s so easy to go angsty when blood is part of the prompt…)
  • COUSINS. I talk about siblings a lot, but COUSINS are also my JAM
  • I would have posted it on Saturday, but…I hadn’t written it yet
  • It’s late. It’s great. It has some plates.

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Melanie picked up the phone on the second ring. “Thank you for calling Tribbet and Lox. This is Melanie Raasch. How can I help you?”

            There was silence on the other end of the line. No, not quite silence. Someone was breathing into the phone. She was about to hang up when a cracked voice said, “Mel?”

            She stopped. “Who is this?” But even before she had finished asking the question, she knew the answer.

            “It’s me. Your cousin.”

            Mel stiffened. “I’m at work, Jamie.”

            “I know,” he said. Then, in a quieter voice, “I didn’t know who else to call.”

            Mel took a deep breath. She had a strong urge to scream, but even with her office door closed, it would probably be heard by everyone on this floor. Maybe the people on the second floor too. With an effort, she kept her voice quiet. “Six months, Jamie. I haven’t heard from you in six months. You can’t keep disappearing and then popping up like this. I don’t know if I’m supposed to worry or forget about you or—” She broke off to keep her voice from rising.

            For a long moment there was only the crackling of breath on the other end of the line. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m sorry.”

            She sighed, massaging her temples with her free hand. “Where are you?”

            “Do you get off work soon?”

            “No, I work until five. Where are you calling from?”

            “Are you sure you can’t come home any sooner?”

            Mel froze. “Are you in my house?”

            “Um…maybe?”

            “You broke into my house?”

            “I didn’t break anything! I just picked the lock.”

            Mel’s grip on the receiver tightened. “A skill you picked up from your new friends?”

            “They’re not my friends anymore,” he said quietly.

            Mel closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

            “Why do you still have a landline?” he asked after a moment.

            “Jamie, get out of my house.”

            “I’m bleeding.”

            “Don’t bleed on my floor. Get out.”

            “Won’t you at least hear me out?”

            Mel let out a short, bitter laugh. “What am I supposed to do—spend my whole life waiting for you to finally call me, and then be all sympathetic about whatever stupid situation you’ve gotten yourself into because you wouldn’t listen to my advice? How many times are you going to do this? Anyone could have told you that those people were bad news—I told you they were. I told you not to go, and you didn’t listen.”

            “You were right, ok?” Jamie snapped. “Is that what you want to hear? ‘I’m so sorry, Mel. You were right and I was wrong.’”

            “I’m done,” Mel said. “I can’t do this anymore. I want you out of my house. If you’re still there when I get home, I’ll call the police.”

            “Mel, wait—”

            “Goodbye, Jamie.”

            “Listen to me!

            She was halfway to hanging up when something shattered on the other end of the line. She froze, then brought the phone back to her ear. “What was that?”

            “One of Aunt Cathy’s good china plates. And I’m going to throw another one if you don’t listen.”

            Mel gripped the receiver harder. “What do you want?”

            “I know I made a bad decision—several bad decisions. I know I should have taken your advice—”

            “Then why didn’t you? Why did you go work with those guys?”

            “They were friends of my dad, and I just thought…”

            Mel screwed her eyes shut, fighting back the overwhelming desire to scream in exasperation. ‘Friends of Jamie’s dad’ wasn’t a good thing. Jamie should have known that—he had to know that. The fact that his dad was in jail was the whole reason Jamie had grown up in the same house as Mel.

            “What did you think, Jamie?” she demanded. “What exactly did you think would happen?”

            Silence except for Jamie’s breathing.

            Then, very quietly, “I…I didn’t think they would hurt me.”

            Mel stared down at her desk. Why did he get himself into these situations? Why couldn’t he just…

            “How badly are you hurt?” she asked finally.

            “Um…it’s hard to say. I…” There was a clatter, then another shattering sound.

            “Hey, I’m listening! Stop throwing plates!”

            “Sorry. That was an accident. I think the adrenaline is… wearing off.”

            There was more clattering, then a loud thump.

            “Jamie?”

            “That was me that time. Not a plate.”

            For the first time, Mel thought about how hard Jamie was breathing, and maybe not just because he was upset…

            “How much did you say you were bleeding?”

            “…kind of a lot.”

            Mel could feel her own breathing getting faster. “Jamie—”

            “It’s getting on your floor. I’m sorry.” And then something happened that scared her even more.

            Jamie started to cry.

            “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

            There was a sudden cracking sound, like the phone hitting the floor, then silence.

            “Jamie?”

            No response.

            “Jamie?

            Mel dropped the receiver and left the office at a run.

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Ta-da.

Many thanks to my grandma Jem Jones for the prompt!

And yes, I do realize that I just posted two flashfiction pieces in a row, so… Sorry? You’re welcome? Next week’s post will be something else! I’m 92% sure!

Have you participated in any of the quirks so far? Do you like cousin stories (I will HAPPILY take recs)? Have you ever written a story with blood that wasn’t angsty? Have you ever broken a plate on purpose? Do tell!

16 thoughts on “One Quirk Later #7–disaster child makes poor decisions

      1. I WAS GOING TO SAY I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU BUT THEN I REMEMBERED I’M YOUR GRANDMA so uh PLAY NICELY WITH YOUR CHARACTERS ERIIIIK 😭

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  1. Oh my. *clutches heart* *looks confused and slightly affronted* You…hurt me. How did that happen? (If you couldn’t tell, yes, I am a semi-heartless INTJ. XD) I’m impressed.
    Seriously though, that was amazing! The banter at the same time as the serious conversation, and THAT ENDING.
    And you absolutely NAILED the cousin relationship. I pretty much have this exact relationship with one of my cousins. (Except, minus the possible illicit activity on his end. XD).
    I was trying to think of books I’ve read that have good cousin relationships in them, and I actually can’t think of one except for Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott, so I’m wondering if YOU have any recs for good cousin-books?

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    1. See, this is why writer’s have a reputation of being evil monsters: my first reaction to your comment is to shout YES! I’VE HURT SOMEONE! XD (I’m not actually a psychopath, I PROMISE)
      THANK YOU THANK YOU.
      Hahaha, I’m glad your relationship with your cousin doesn’t involve possible illicit activity XD
      I haven’t actually read many cousin books either (I need to read Eight Cousins sometime!). The only one that comes to mind right now is The Queen’s Thief series…which I don’t need to recommend to you because you’re the one who recommended it to me 🙂 But the cousin relationship is the BEST.

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  2. Excuse me, but I didn’t put Having Feelings on the agenda for today, and I can’t help thinking it’s terribly rude of you to disrupt my carefully planned day like that.
    Plus, causing people pain is just rude in general.

    Why are fictional Jamies always so terribly lovable???

    Also just why

    Why why why

    it hurts

    And COUSIN STORIES. Are some of my favorite things, which there are sadly too few of in this world of ours. The only ones coming to mind (that I love at least) are 100 Cupboards, Alias Smith and Jones (TV show), and All the Crooked Saints (the cousin relationships in this one in particular are SO WHOLESOME my HEART). Don’t know if you’ve read any of those or not, but yeah.

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    1. …I’m…sorry… *apology somewhat spoiled by the fact that I’m cackling evilly in the background*
      I too have a partiality to fictional Jamies. ❤
      Ooh, I haven't read any of those! MUST MEET MORE COUSINS.
      (Ok, but I started reading the Comic Space Opera last week and just got to the part when Jude picks up Caroline and Ada and this cousin content is BEAUTIFUL)

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      1. *glares in the direction of the background*

        Oh man I FORGOT about the cousin content in CSO!! It is indeed glorious. Caroline+Jude is a combo I shall never get tired of. (I’m so glad you started reading it though!! I hope you’re enjoying it all!)

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  3. aaaaahhhhhh

    Maybe I need to stop creating Quirk prompts that lend themselves so handily to angst?? because on the one hand, yay, this angst is a m a z i n g good stuff, but on the other hand, my hearrrrt. Jamie and Mel have TAKEN IT.

    …they are now also my grandchildren. (Erik, I must ask you to keep a list in case I forget [as grandmas sometimes do] x’D )

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    1. To be fair, I could probably take a very happy, sunshine-y prompt and make it angsty…but it’s true that if there’s blood in the prompt, it’s practically guaranteed I’ll make it angsty XD
      THANK YOU (*shouting to Mel and Jamie in the background* “Where did you put Grandma’s heart? Give it back, she needs it!”)
      *whips out a pen and starts list*

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