Pud Gra Pow Takeout

Here are a few things you need to know.

1-My writings for now will most likely be inconsistent to one another (they won’t build off of each other).

B-If there is a prompt or word of the day it will be given at the beginning or the end of the post.

C-I constantly change p.o.v. (point of view) in my stories so if I do feel free to let me know so I can fix it (and anything else you can think of-I may not use it but all will be considered!). This is a big thing I need to work on.

And 4-Thank you again for reading :)

Prompt:

“He turned the key in the lock and opened the door. To his horror, he saw…”

…nothing. Nothing had changed. Geoffrey turned on the light to the foyer and stepped in. Everything was so different now. Pictures were gone or smashed through. The big screen TV that Cheryl had gotten him was gone. Most of the furniture went with her. Geoffrey had left the apartment like this for two weeks. It was painful to look at the emptiness but he figured it would be harder to mask over it.

It wasn’t like painting a wall-he knew that a new couch would mean that Cheryl left.

Dropping his backpack on the floor and slumping out of his coat Geoffrey moved further into the hollow home making his way towards the kitchen. Cheryl had left him two of everything in here. Two bowls, two plates, two glasses, two mugs, and two sets of cutlery. All of it was dirty but Geoffrey didn’t care about that.

He didn’t care about much of anything these days. His goldfish laid belly up in a bowl of green algae. His clothes were wrinkled and unwashed, his hair was a greasy mop that hung into his glazed eyes, and on his jaw line grew a patch of stubble. Sighing Geoffrey opened the fridge. All that was in there was an apple, half a jug of milk, some coffee creamer, and some questionable lunchmeat. “No food here…” he murmured to himself. Shutting the door Geoffrey moved over to the counter, there a stack of takeout menus laid something that had grown in size over the past days. “Thai food tonight.”

After calling in his order Geoffrey slumped onto the whicker chair in the middle of the living room. “Twenty minutes,” he breathed out, rubbing his hands over tired eyes. All this quiet caused Geoffrey to remember the day he first came home and the apartment was in such an empty state. He had found a note taped to the bathroom mirror.

Geoff,

Things just aren’t the same anymore. I’m sorry. But I’m not happy anymore-not with you. We’ve just been together for so long it feels as if we know everything about one another. We’re just really good roommates now. I need space.

Cheryl

It was so informal. At first Geoffrey had been hurt by the lack of compassion, now he couldn’t stop seeing the words cross before his vision every time he closed his eyes. They haunted his dreams, turning him into a shell of a man.

Geoffrey cried the first night. Cheryl leaving was a shock. They had been together for a few years; they were considering starting a family a month before she left. He didn’t understand how she could leave him.

He never really got an answer from her. Geoffrey called thirteen times during the day for the first week. He tried Cheryl’s cellular and office numbers. He left messages, emails, and texts asking to meet up. Geoffrey needed to fully understand why she just left. It drove him mad, waiting and hoping that every ring of his phone was her.

Ding dong

“Osha Thai Takeout for Geoffrey Morris”

Lurching forward Geoffrey made his way, pulling out his billfold before opening the door. He squinted his eyes a little. It was dark outside now but the flood lights in front of each apartment door was on-the fluorescents caused his vision to blur and his eyes to ache from the false intensity.

“That be 20.93”

Geoffrey handed the small man in front of him a twenty and a five rumbling “keep the change,” before shutting the door again.

Shuffling to the bedroom Geoffrey began taking out his Pud Gra Pow and dropped the lid on the ground. Cheryl never like Thai food, she said it was too spicy, though Geoffrey. There was a lot Cheryl didn’t like…scented candles, tea, the aftershave my mother bought me, shaving cream. Hmph, Geoffrey smiled a little, the corners of his Thai filled mouth turning up. She didn’t like that one picture frame, the one Kelley had given us...she hated taking pictures.” He said to the footboard at the bottom of his bed, his voice getting harsher. “She didn’t like going out just to go out. She didn’t like it when I’d want to hold her just because.” Geoffrey paused, the food now forgotten, and a new melancholy passion emerged. “I should’ve known…she hated it here. With me.”

Throwing the takeout container away from him Geoffrey sprang up and started grabbing clothes and shoving them into his backpack. The rent was still in his name but Cheryl was second, if the landlord couldn’t reach him they could reach Cheryl.

Time for a change. Time for comfort. “Let everyone else sort things out for a change,” Geoffrey said as he grabbed his keys and phone punching in a series of numbers. “I’m on my way to visit. My phone is almost dead. See you soon.” Geoffrey went to the door again, opening it and tossing his phone back in he shut the door, turning the deadbolt back into its slot. He needed to get cleansed away from here, away from a place filled with such a murky and dank past. Away from broken frames, two sets of everything, from whicker chairs, and listening footboards. Geoffrey needed his roots back and his smile. He needed phone calls with answering people and food that didn’t come in Styrofoam containers. He needed someone who would hold him just because.

A.N.: I’m not to sure about the ending. It seemed a little rushed. Comments are appreciated :)