Miscellaneous Prompts

Disagreements

I wrote this one at two in the morning, so it's not very good, but I was trying a different writing method by screwing around a bit with perspective.

"Look at that, Darren!" you exclaim to me, tugging gently on my arm and pointing toward the futuristic shuttle station. Several shuttles fly in and out at astounding speeds, swirling strands of your hair around your head erratically. Your voice can barely be heard over the whooshing of the air around us. 

 "Yes, it's very... different," I say. Unlike you, who very much enjoys more modern amenities, I prefer the simple things in life. You've always wanted to move into the city, rent ourselves a luxurious apartment, but I've always wanted to stay in our small farmhouse, someday raise a child to appreciate the small things in life rather than expect the grand and lavish.

Clearly, I've lost to your way of thinking as we wander about the city of Srytian on the lookout for job opportunities and a little bit of sightseeing.

"What's wrong, Darren? You seem upset about something. Was it the breakfast? I knew I should have added a bit more milk to the-"

"No, it's not the breakfast," I say to you, slightly disgruntled. "It's the reason we're out here."

Your gaze hardens slightly as you stare into my eyes. "You know why I wanted to come out here, and yet you didn't voice your concerns. How can we ever work together on important matters if we never communicate our feelings?"

We stand in the middle of the station in silence as hordes of people push past us, muttering quietly about the ignorance of foreigners. However, the air between us seems frozen, the sudden frostiness between us temporarily drowning everything else out as we stare at each other, attempting to decipher what the other in trying to imply.

I can't do it anymore. I push past you into the crowd of distracted clumps of people. "Where are you going?" you cry out, reaching toward me desperately.

"Back to the hotel room," I casually say to you over my shoulder. "Come back when your sense reveals itself to you once more."

You draw back your hand, wounded by my sharp words, as I am swept up by the crowd and drift away.