Short Story Exercise: Change Diapers

(Using the book The Playful Way to Serious Writing [Amazon affiliate link], I set a timer for ten minutes and wrote a short story relating to the phrase “change diapers.” Edited a smidgen after the fact.)

 

Tara slowly adjusted her position in the seat. She couldn’t put it off any longer.

She checked the rearview mirror, set the suburban’s cruise control and carefully unbuckled her seat belt. A peak into the backseat reassured her that Brad was still asleep.

Tara slipped her hand under the skirt’s waistband and tugged at the straps. The thin cotton ripped open easily enough. She grimaced as a pungent odor tickled her nose, but this was no time to be squeamish. She planted her feet on the floor and raised her hips.

Holding the wheel with one hand, Tara slowly pulled the soiled diaper down until it cleared the hem of her skirt. She coughed against the stench, then lowered her window, and tossed her burden out. Grabbing a fresh diaper from the pile in passenger seat, she stole a glance into the back.

By some miracle, Brad was still asleep.

Unfortunately, flashing blue lights were coming up behind her and fast. Tara shoved the new diaper between her butt and the seat, sat down, and stomped her foot on the accelerator causing the suburban to roar in protest.

“What is that smell?” Brad said, his voice muffled with sleep.

“I think I hit a skunk,” she replied, her eyes trained on the rearview mirror.

Brad took in his surroundings and sat up straight. “Where are we? What am I doing here? Where’s Jessica?!”

“Don’t worry, baby, everything is going to be fine,” Tara sang out, tears stinging her eyes. “It’s just you and me now!”

She could hear the sirens. In her mirror she saw at least three state troopers closing in behind them, and still more coming from the opposite direction.

“Stop the car, right now!” Brad roared, yanking at the rope tied around his ankles. “Let me out now, you psychotic bitch!”

I love you!” Tara screamed as she yanked the wheel to the right.

 


Like I said, ten minutes to write a story.

And that’s what you get.

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