Everyday Canvas

Opposites

Prompt: Invent an Opposite: What is the opposite of a kiss? What is the opposite of green? What is the opposite of a train? What is the opposite of cake? What is the opposite of a fence?
Now use both the thing and the newly created opposite in a story or poem? Have fun!

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The wind kissed her cheeks while the waves slapped her toes. Opposites both, working together, making her feel better. She moved with a slight hitch in her left hip, an asymmetry with a troublesome bounce. She was aware of it, so aware now, while she had been blind before, blind to his faults. Another opposite, she thought, being gullible until he had pushed her down the stairs.

Her life had been full of opposites. She didn’t like green anymore, for it was the color of his eyes, but black was a welcome color. Was black the opposite of green? For her, it was, as was bitter lemon opposed to cake. She would never bake a cake again, not for him anyway. She would put a slice of lemon in her own tea, in contrast, as bitter as a lemon slice can get. Maybe jalapeno peppers were the opposite of cake. Who knew! She shrugged. She couldn’t put pepper in her tea? Could she?

Anything was better than being with him now, anything the opposite of what was. She was so involved in thinking about the opposites, she didn’t hear what was happening behind her. When she finally heard him, it was too late.

“Bitch!” His anger was out of control. “You bloody bitch!”

He threw himself at her, bringing her down, both of them crashing into the beach. “You thought I’d never get out to find you. Did you!” He grunted as he tried to fill her mouth with sand.

The choking and the instant terror had made her nerve abandon her. She struggled, realizing she was terrified. What is the opposite of fear? She answered her own thoughts. Courage, confidence, fight back!

Her right hand felt the edge of the water.

She suddenly pushed him off with all her might, rolled from under him, and limping, stood up. He jumped at her, but immediately knelt in pain, blood squirting from his temple. He hadn’t noticed the stone she had in her hand.

She ran…still with the hitch in her left hip.