This weeks' Red Writing Hood prompt was: We all remember our first love – and our first heartbreak. Your assignment this week was to write a piece where you explore the first broken heart for your character – or for you.
The deep southern smooth voice blared through the county radio channel. I clenched the steering wheel, until my knuckles turned white. My palms began to sweat.
Twenty years...had been that long?
Johnny Ray Perkins....my first love was now a multi-platinum country music star. I remember the night he announced his big plans, it was also the night he broke my heart forever.
I reached to change the channel, but my fingers wouldn't move. I was drawn to his voice like a deer caught in headlights. He still had that affect. He could turn me into a spineless jelly fish.
My mind drifted back to senior prom and the night Johnny Ray said good-bye.
"Celia, I got a record deal." He said without hesitation. His voice didn't falter.
"You did what?"
"You heard me. I didn't stutter."
No he didn't. He had made himself perfectly clear. He was leaving Oak Grove and moving to Nashville. He was leaving me behind.
"What about us?" I pleaded.
"There is no us anymore Celia."
The tears gushed like a broken levy. Johnny Ray walked away and left me alone. I didn't run after him. I let him go. It was his loss.
I snapped back to reality when the car behind me blew it's horn.
I glanced at the diamond ring on my left hand. Johnny Ray Perkins...oh well, it's still your loss.and changed the radio station to hard rock...