Trifecta Challenge – 1.4.13 “Rain”

Challenge Instructions

 

Trifecta consists of two weekly challenges: one weekday prompt and one weekend prompt.

I’m having a go at the Weekday One!

Weekday Challenge: 
Each Monday at 10:00 AM Eastern Time, a one-word prompt will be posted on our home page. The chosen word will come from the Merriam Webster’s Online Dictionary. For the Trifecta Writing Challenge, we will always use the THIRD given definition. Please note the definition—we’re likely asking you to use the word in a different way than you typically do.

You should write a creative response using the given word. You must use the word, in its correct form, in your response. Your response can be no fewer than 33 and no more than 333 words.

On to this week’s one-word prompt which, this week, is inspired by the recent arrival of the Hong Kong monsoons and the start of April in general.

rain (transitive verb)
1: to pour down
2: to give or administer abundantly <rained blows on his head>

 

3: to take a lot of money in bill form and toss it up in the air. This is most effectively done at a strip club for the effect of raining one dollar bills on the dancers (and it makes them feel so pretty), or to snub a hater by throwing money into their face that then falls to the floor like rain (use this when paying a debt to a punk bitch who keeps asking for their money to the point that they are ruining your friendship or when dumping someone who has been bankrolling you for a while now that you’re making money).

 

Humiliation can take many forms, and when you are 37, it doesn’t matter the form, only the intent.

Words keyed onto the side of your car; comments as you walk down the road; things your children say behind your back when you pick them up: it makes no difference what the shame looks like, because humiliation will burn red in your face, livid like a scar and you will forever dread seeing people again, because it is people who have made you feel like this.

One night, one evening is all it took. One drunken comment to a parent, one stupid, stupid slow dance with her husband, and the pleasant scene at the school gates could never be the same again, even though no lines were crossed, just the ones in communication that were severed…

That morning replays again and again, every time you pull away on the school run. Each gear change a step up in heart rate, a bile inducing shift closer to more ridicule, more staring, more comments.

You feel the money rain down on you once more, slapped into your face with taunts and screams enough to raise the dead. Oh God, how many people were standing there? How many saw? How many knew?!

Little Evie and and Geraint staring at the money that laughs on the floor at their mother, showing how much she was worth, how cheap she was, all the while wondering who the noisy woman was and why she was annoyed with Mummy…

 

School gates can be a nightmare!