Bronwyn Green

The Corner of Quirky & Kinky

The prompt will be bolded in the story. 


The PA system crackled as her voice rose, straining for the high notes, and I cringed as she went flat. I still couldn’t believe she’d commandeered the mic. This was a fucking neighborhood party–not the Garden. What was she even thinking. The song finished, and I thought maybe…maybe we could get out of here with people thinking she was just a bad impersonator. A wannabe.

But nope.

She had the DJ cue up another song.

The opening bars of “All I Want for Christmas” filled the muggy evening air, and the people around me groaned and began muttering. I mean, I got it. I really did. It was ninety-seven degrees, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t want to hear that song during the holidays, let alone, now.

The muttering became a murmur, and the murmur became angry shouts as the rooftop party crowd moved toward her. And she was oblivious. Like always.

Fuck. I was not getting paid enough for this job.

Shoving my way through the tightening, increasingly angry crowd, I ran for her. Catching sight of a raised handgun, I grabbed her around the waist and kept running. Her rings and bracelets snagged in my hair, pulling sharply, but I kept moving.

The sharp report of a weapon being fired, filled the air, and partygoers screamed. Another bullet whizzed past us as we reached the edge of the building. Letting our momentum carry us forward, I jumped, taking her with me.

The filthy water was a shock to my overheated skin as I went under. I hadn’t expected the Hudson to be that cold in the middle of August, but here we were, both of us overtaken by sudden shivering.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she sputtered. “Do you know who I am?”

Treading water, I glared at her. “I saved your life!” 

Her carefully applied makeup running down her face, she let loose a string of mostly incoherent expletives, then shrieked. “You pushed me off a building!” 

“Look, Mariah, I’m not the one who thought it would be a good idea to hog the karaoke machine and sing shitty Christmas songs in August. Learn to read a fucking room.”

That’s it for me, today. Be sure to check out Gwen’s story, too! 


2 thoughts on “Promptly Penned: You Pushed Me Off a Building

  1. Gwen Cease says:

    LOL!!!!! I love it!! And she’s a bigger woman than I would be, I don’t know if I would have saved her. 😉

  2. Pansy Petal says:

    LOL Nicely done.

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