This was a short free write for my Advanced Creative writing class, written in November of 2012.
Blowing in the Wind
I was cursed. I know I was. I’m not sure when it happened. It might have been Suzie Perkins, from the sixth grade. Everyone said her mom was a witch.
Maybe it was she who cursed me. But I don’t know. She would need a reason, right? And what did I ever do to her? True, there was that one time I made her eat dirt, but that was for my friend Paul.
He’s the one who liked her. That doesn’t make sense, I know. It must have made sense at the time, and truly, it was so long ago, I don’t even remember exactly why he wanted to do it.
But he did want to do it, and once the plan was set in motion, I absolutely had to make her eat dirt. Still, she didn’t have to curse me for it.
So, exactly how do I know that I’m cursed? I am late for absolutely everything. I know what people will say. They’ll say that’s not a curse. That I just don’t plan well. That I should leave sooner. But it has to be a curse.
I used to joke that I would be late for own wedding, if I could ever find a girl who would wait for me. Now I know it’s true, except that she didn’t wait. There I was walking into the chapel three minutes late.
Three minutes! I’ve never been so close to on time for anything in my life. Well, not since the sixth grade anyway. But still she left me standing at the alter.
All that I could see was her long white train blowing in the wind as she drove away in my tin-can decorated Chrysler convertible.