[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "green". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]
Green - Squiddy Geiger - April 25, 2012
Pierre watched sourly as the two cavorted on the beach. Chasing each other, pawing at each other, kissing. I twas disgusting. And it had been going on all week.
He wished he'd never introduced them. Celia was a beautiful girl, full of life and so incredibly smart. Larry was a nice guy, or he would not be friends with him, but really, he wouldn't wish him on anyone, he was hardly a catch.
That hadn't stopped Celia from falling for him almost immediately. She'd even asked him about Larry after they'd first met, and he'd been diplomatic. Perhaps too diplomatic, since she hadn't gotten the message that he was bad news.
"Hey, Pierre! Come swimming with us!" Celia shouted. "The water is great!" He waved, smiling, but shook his head, no. "Oh come on, spoil sport," she insisted, but he did not get up.
Pierre started to fantasize about ways to keep them apart. Each method more bizarre and fantastic than the previous one. He especially liked the idea of getting Larry transferred to one of the company's East Coast offices - with a promotion, of course, as incentive. It would require a lot of pulled strings, but he could do it.
It was when he got to the ideas that involved death and dismemberment of his erstwhile friend that he realized something was wrong. Understanding took hold of him: he was jealous! The Green Eyes Monster had a firm hold of him, and was helping him plot against his best friend!
The worst of it? He hadn't even realized he loved Celia, but it was true, and now it was driving him crazy that he'd not known it, and had not acted upon it.
He got up, waved to the two of them in the water, and shouted "I'm going for a walk!" He needed to think. A good long hard think.
Posted by Squiddy at April 25, 2012 08:40 PM | TrackBack