Trinity’s Decision


It’s been a long time since I’ve visited with Trinity, Springer’s sort-of girlfriend. This week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt demanded I revisit her, since I’d left her in a pretty bad position the last time we saw her…

Lust hit with a jolt, surged through the body. It didn’t matter what he looked like, or who he was. Not usually. What mattered was how she felt at the moment, how available he was, and if he’d let her be the one who put the rubber on.

No wonder she’d gotten herself into this mess, she figured. Knocked up, living with Springer’s grandmother, trying to figure out if she should keep it or what. She had another week before abortion wouldn’t be an option.

“Detach yourself from it,” Springer’s grandmother said, patting her on the hand. The lady was smart and kind, if a bit demanding. Springer said at her age, she’d earned it.

Trinity hoped she wouldn’t be around long enough to find out what that meant. She didn’t want to grow attached to these people. They deserved better than her.

“If this was your friend, not you,” Springer’s grandmother said, “what would you tell her to do?”

Trinity shrugged, a slow raising of her shoulders that Springer’s grandmother was supposed to know wasn’t a brush-off. It was supposed to let her know that truly, she had no idea what she’d say. Abortions were big. They were loaded.

Trinity wasn’t sure she could live with that sort of pressure. She thought she’d spend the rest of her life wondering what the baby would have been like. Was it a boy or a girl? What would it grow up to be like?

“I think you know,” Springer’s grandmother said.

“No abortion,” Trinity said, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. “I should. I know I should.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Grandma, I don’t know if I can live with this. No matter what I do, it’s the wrong thing.” She raised her face to the ceiling, felt the tears on her cheeks. “I wish this had never happened.”

Grandma patted her knee. “I know, Trinity.” Her hand stayed there for a second too long, and Trinity knew. She tilted her head so she could look Grandma in the eye.

Grandma had known the same pulls. The lust, the searing need to be filled and completed. The blessed release when you came.

And what happened when the rubber slipped. Or broke. Or did whatever it had done.

“What did you do?” she whispered.

“I didn’t let it defeat me,” Grandma whispered back.

I’ve also cross-posted this as my #FridayFlash. If you’d like the backstory, here are the links you need:
Springer and Trinity meet
Trinity gets in trouble
Springer tries to help
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  1. Old Egg

    February 3, 2012 5:51 am

    These new characters have got such promise that I dutifully I went back to read the previous posts. I am surprised your readers haven’t chided you for not posting the episodes more frequently. It was 2008 when they met!

    The current episode with Trinity agonising about the child inside her is very real. It is great too that Springer’s Grandma is understanding. Please don’t make us wait for later episodes. I will be back next week so should you!

  2. Alice Audrey

    February 3, 2012 2:10 pm

    I don’t remember the first part of this. Did I even read it? Probably, but my mind fails me all too often.

    So… you are going to follow up on this soon, right? I’d love to read more.

  3. Gill Mojo

    February 3, 2012 6:56 pm

    Really liked this piece. Engaged with both Trinity and Grandma.

  4. Ann (bunnygirl)

    February 4, 2012 12:11 am

    “No matter what I do, it’s the wrong thing.”

    I love this line. Part of growing up is accepting that sometimes all our options suck, but some suck more than others.

  5. Sheilagh Lee

    February 7, 2012 11:08 am

    I love Grandma who supports Trinity unconditionally.

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