A prompt from Claudia S. Thank you!
Laurie was like any other person, she had layers, many of them. And if you tried to cut through to those many layers she would probably make you cry.
It wasn’t her tragic backstory (although it could certainly lead a person to tears). It wasn’t the melancholy way she spoke of her teenage years of stubborn independence. No, the tears would most likely be caused by Laurie herself. Some people cover their pain with humour. Laurie was bitingly mean when she needed to be. Keeping people at arm’s length certainly was a terrific way to never reveal her innermost thoughts and desires.
She never really intended to make someone cry (most of the time, anyway) but she couldn’t seem to stop herself saying something that cut deep and she could see the hurt in people’s eyes as they gave a little ‘oh’ before making their excuses and walking away.
One woman had actually burst into tears right in front of her and that had made Laurie regret her words like never before.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t-I’m just- I’m just a bitch and I don’t mean to be.”
“No, no you’re right. I am prying because I want to make myself feel better about my boring life.” She had sobbed a little at Laurie’s bullseye summation of her nosy neighbour.
“Uhm.” Laurie didn’t really have an answer for that.
Harry had been the only person who’d stayed after Laurie made her cry. And she’d made her cry maybe 4 times since then.
Harry just texted her the next day to tell her she was a dickhead and that she really needed to work on her people skills. When Laurie told her therapist about Harry, he had proclaimed Harry was a keeper. Anyone who could handle Laurie at her poisonous worst was worth the effort of therapy.
“You don’t want people to get close to you because you don’t want to be vulnerable.” Harry nonchalantly blew onto her cup of tea as she speared Laurie with her truth.
“Well…” Laurie shrugged, in one of her moods “yeah.”
“But if you don’t have any close friends then you’ll always be lonely. And lonely is infinitely worse than being vulnerable sometimes.”
“I hate you, Harry.”
“You love me really, you have to, I’m the only person you haven’t driven away with your bullshit.” Harry smiled.
“Oh and you’re any better, Miss I Don’t Speak To My Family Because Of An Incident I Won’t Explain?”
“We’re as bad as each other, that’s why we’re besties.”
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