Tuesday's Toothbrush Story - That Wednesday Toothbrush

Hello my friends, Dillfinger is here! You are lucky enough to get two posts today! Make sure to go check out my previous post in which I announce the winner of the writing challenge.

Before we look at this week's story, I wanted to let you know that you are welcome to send me any stories or questions that you have. I am more than happy to answer questions and look at some of your writings.

Now...here is this week's Toothbrush Story - That Wednesday Toothbrush:

Setting: A bowling alley in Bismark, North Dakota Character: Olivia Authors: GGDillfinger and Maia G.

That Wednesday, at 9:00pm on 8th Street Bismarck North Dakota, there was a gorgeous sunset but Olivia was standing at the Pepsi vender in World Bowl with a wistful look on her face, sunburnt complexion reflected in the oil of the bowling alley. She was thinking of Elijah: of the Huron Beach seashell necklace he had bestowed her with last year on this day June 11. How different her seemingly insignificant life had been.

Olivia watched the poor old granny in the next lane try her shot at getting a strike but failing miserably. Pffft. Thought Olivia, what was that? That old lady might be the worst bowler ever. Olivia figured that she would teach that old lady how to get better at bowling. She confidently strode over to where the granny was. What happened next shocked her.

“It’s late,” said the manager with fatigued expression. “We’re closing in fifteen minutes.”

“But this place helps me think,” replied Olivia, discretely wiping a fleck of Chanel lipstick off her canine.

“I don’t care,” said the man. “We’re closing. I have a life. I have a family. Your concerns and worries are no business of mine.”

After conversing with the old granny, who insulted Olivia by saying that she was older and wiser than her and that it is incredibly rude for such a snobby basic white girl to be telling her what to do. Much to Olivia’s dismay, after their conversation, the granny made a perfect strike. She turned to Olivia saying,

“Darling, I do believe that is what you call a strike. Also wipe that nacho-grease off your blouse, it’ll leave a stain. Sweetie.” Olivia turned away, rolling her eyes before quickly retiring to her lane and cleaning her blouse.

Olivia left the premises, unlocked the car, and hunkered down in the driver’s seat. The night was biting and the light of the world was gone: only a scattering of iridescent lights remained in two despondent-looking high rises. She averted her thoughts away from her first café-meeting with Elijah three years ago and towards the crab-apple tree she was parked directly behind.

Suddenly, a cloud of random anger flooded through Olivia. In a huff she stormed out of the building, she was angry. That stupid old granny! She shouted in her mind, why did she hate the granny so much? She had no clue.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Keep writing, practice makes perfect!

-Dillfinger