Springer Fiction: Trinity’s Trouble


“Springer,” Trinity said, biting back a sob.

He looked up from shelving tissues. “Trinity. Haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“I’m a shit, I know,” she said, staring up at the ceiling. She blinked fast a bunch of times and took some deep breaths that made her chest move in big motions.

It was all Springer could to to keep from staring at her tits. Trinity had great tits. Most girls did, come to think of it.

“I need help, Springer. I’m in trouble.”

He paused, looking at her face. Her green eyes were dark. They almost matched the purple under them, stretching from one end of her eyelashes to the other. She chewed her upper lip, something he’d never seen her do before. Not that he’d spent that much time with her. Not nearly as much as he’d wanted to.

“Trouble?” he repeated, feeling stupid.

“Yeah,” she said. “Trouble.” Her eyes slid down until it was impossible for him to miss her meaning. Her belly.

“We’re not talking about something like your appendix, are we?” he asked weakly. He put a hand on the stock cart to steady himself. Stupid thing was on wheels and almost pulled him off his feet as it slipped away, like it was trying to escape this conversation.

It was a good distraction. Regaining his balance helped Springer think again.

“No,” she was saying. “It’s what you think.”

“Well, it’s not mine!”

She smiled. A little bit. Maybe it was funny to her, but Springer couldn’t figure out why else she’d picked him to come to.

“Would you… could you…” She stared up at the ceiling. Springer noticed a faint ring of dirt around her neck.

“How long since you been home?” he asked her.

She looked at him, her eyes flashing like he’d told someone else her secret.

“This is bad,” he said.

She nodded slowly, chewing her upper lip again.

“You can’t go to anyone else?”

She shook her head, teeth still pulling at her lip.

“The dad?”

She shuddered. At least she let go of her lip.

Springer held his arms open and let her fall into his hugs. For a second there, it felt the way he’d been hoping it would: like he was in the arms of an angel. But then he reminded himself that he was the one doing the holding, and she had a huge mess that it was up to him to fix.

Of course, he didn’t have the first idea how.

The Sunday Scribblings prompt this week is Adventure, and Springer’s sure about to embark on one. Carry on Tuesday‘s found its way in here, too. And that’s all. For now.



  1. ThomG

    November 1, 2009 6:09 pm

    Wow, yes, Springer is on teh cusp of an adventure. Seriously good writing, description.

    .-= ThomG´s last blog ..Sunday Scribblings, Adventure =-.

  2. Anne

    November 1, 2009 6:52 pm

    That is definitely the start of an adventure. That was very well written, Susan. I could feel her pain.
    .-= Anne´s last blog ..Pearls Before Swine and Socials =-.

  3. bunnygirl

    November 1, 2009 7:58 pm

    Oh, dear. Poor Springer. You’ve got me dying of curiosity now.
    .-= bunnygirl´s last blog ..Happy Halloween! =-.

  4. Dee

    November 1, 2009 10:51 pm

    oh man, bless both their hearts. You can tell Springer is a boy trying to figure out how to man up and Trinity could be a world of trouble for him or maybe they will be each others’ salvation. Unfortunately, it’s usually the former. Can’t wait to hear what happens next!
    .-= Dee´s last blog ..Adventure =-.

  5. gautami tripathy

    November 1, 2009 11:02 pm

    I wanna know more!

    deathly adventure
    Also don’t forget to post any of your creative works at Monday Poetry Train Revisited!
    .-= gautami tripathy´s last blog ..collectibles =-.

  6. Shelley Munro

    November 2, 2009 5:01 am

    Great piece, Susan. The character emotions come across really well.
    .-= Shelley Munro´s last blog ..Big is Better! =-.

  7. Robin

    November 2, 2009 9:03 am

    Really excellent Susan, great writing.
    .-= Robin´s last blog ..It’s raining, it’s pouring =-.

  8. keiths ramblings

    November 2, 2009 5:12 pm

    This is the start of something special!Excellent.
    .-= keiths ramblings´s last blog ..when autumn leaves start to fall =-.

  9. Bobkat

    November 2, 2009 5:14 pm

    Powerful stuff. I must admit that I loved the bit when Springer leant on the cart : )
    .-= Bobkat´s last blog ..Packing Boxes and Bags =-.

  10. gel

    November 2, 2009 5:20 pm

    Susan, Excellent writing. Lured me right in and… perhaps I better lay off the purple eyeliner I often wear with my green eyes… 😉 (Gel is short for “Green Eyed Lady)
    .-= gel´s last blog ..Guts or Nuts? =-.

  11. Jannie Funster

    November 2, 2009 5:22 pm

    “tits” is highly offensive to me.


    .-= Jannie Funster´s last blog ..Baby’s First Halloween =-.

  12. Raven

    November 3, 2009 10:53 am

    Oh man, what a mess. Springer sure has his work cut out for him!

  13. shraddha

    November 3, 2009 11:38 am

    very entertaining..more please..

  14. Alice Audrey

    November 3, 2009 12:59 pm

    Oh boy. That’s an “adventure” all right.
    .-= Alice Audrey´s last blog ..NaNo and NaBlo =-.

  15. Thomma Lyn

    November 3, 2009 2:06 pm

    This pulled me right in and pulled me right along! Great piece of writing, and now I’m wondering, wondering. 🙂
    .-= Thomma Lyn´s last blog ..NaNo Mania! =-.

  16. carol

    November 3, 2009 2:48 pm

    Definitely the beginning of an adventure. I wonder where they go from here.

  17. Dee

    July 24, 2010 9:29 am

    Yes you need to write one from Trinity’s pov. You should be able to pull up any of the Writer’s Book of Days prompts by going to the search box at the top right side of the page and just type writer’s in the box. Then you can go through and pick and choose. I’ll be on vacation next week so I need to see if I can figure out how to get the posts to work if I save them ahead of time. WordPress research here I come 🙂
    .-= Dee´s last blog ..July 23 =-.

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