Writing Prompt Wednesday: QWERTY

As you may remember, the rules for Writing Prompt Wednesday go as follows: Read the prompt and then write your own before reading what I wrote. Then read mine and post your version in the comments below along with some feedback on my version. It's lots of writing fun!

"Quit hounding me! Will you just let it rest already?!"

"Eric, stop! Running isn't the answer and I think you know that."

The summer evening was warm and still apart from our shouts. Yards around us slowly started to fill with neighbors, curious at the commotion. Underneath an oak tree, across the street, sat a wide eyed girl, frozen, staring right at us and clutching a well worn doll. Instead of noticing the ever growing crowd, however, we continued to fight with increasing volume. Our normally quaint street kept to itself. People in this part of the country may smile as they pass you walking your dog, but they don't really want to know their neighbors. Although, when you can hear the shouts from the comfort of your toilet seat not knowing your neighbor isn't much of an option.

Secrets are what brought us together, Eric and I, and now those same secrets were tearing us apart. Day after day he would look at me and no longer see the woman he loved, but instead be reminded of what we did. Facing that fact was too much for him to bear and for whatever reason today was the last straw. Granted the guilt wasn't easy for me either but it would be a lot more manageable if we stayed together.

Heat from the sun was suddenly glaringly apparent as it settled down in the sky for the night. Jeers spilled from neighbors mouths and made their way toward our ears as we stood staring at each other. Keeping my lips tight, eyes narrow, I grabbed Eric's arm and yanked him behind the garage, away from prying eyes.

"Last time I checked," I hissed, "the best way make a secret lose it's peppy name is by broadcasting it to the entire neighborhood."

Zipping up his hoodie, he just stared at me with eyes that seemed to reprimand me for bringing up the 'S' word in the first place. Xenophobia, as it turns out, is a legitimate fear that shouldn't matter in this part of the country and wouldn't have if it weren't for that traveling salesman. Cautiously I slipped my hand into Eric's and led him back inside the house to calm him down; the last thing we needed was another accident. Vowing mentally that I would never let our reoccurring argument escalate to the outdoors again, I settled Eric on the couch and watched out the window as our nosy neighbors meandered back into their homes. Being this careful was a lot of work, it consumed me entirely but I had to ensure that no one would ever find out about what we did, what we had to do. Nor would they find the body. Mr. Poe's imagination has got nothing on me.

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This would have been so much easier with a physical dictionary. I actually found this pretty difficult and I think mine turned out kind of dumb. But it was a good exercise to learn how to write sentences that start with something other than 'the' or 'a'. I'd love to see what you wrote and be amazed by how you did WAY better than me (Jessica).