This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge is to use the word “cheap” as defined below in a story no more than 333 words.
a: of inferior quality or worth: tawdry, sleazy
b: contemptible because of lack of any fine, lofty, or redeeming qualities
“Ok, let’s just get this out of the way right off the top. Those hideous pants look tacky and cheap!” Vicky Van Gogh eyed Becky Lynn’s attire with her usual disdain and continued. “Please tell me those pants are an April fool’s joke or maybe we can only hope and pray that you’re going to a costume party dressed as trailer trash. Honestly, Becky Lynn, what am I going to do about you? You’re an embarrassing excuse for a little sister,” Vicky lit up a cigarette and emphatically shook out the match. “Embarrassing as all get out!”
Becky Lynn’s face glowed red. “I’m sorry . . . I thought they were kind of cute . . . but I’ll go change, Vicky, it’ll only take me a minute!” Becky Lynn flew up the staircase as fast as her legs would move in her tight yellow pants and returned moments later in lime-green Capri’s.
Vicky sucked on her Salem like a baby taking its first breath. “No!” She decreed.
Ok, I’ll be back in a sec,” Becky Lynn flew up the stairs again — returning this time in a burnt-orange, pencil skirt and breathlessly asked, “How’s this, Vicky?”
Vicky Van Gogh tucked her cigarette into the corner of her mouth and looked at her watch. “Well it will have to do, won’t it? Since we have to leave NOW! Stay a ways behind me, Becky Lynn; I don’t want people thinking we’re together.”
Suddenly the years of Vicky’s abuse rose up in Becky Lynn like a flash flood in the desert. She reached out and slapped her sister’s face so hard it sent Vicky’s Salem cigarette flying.
Vicky let out a startled yelp,”Ow!” Then stood there rubbing the side of her face.
“That’s for the way you treat me, Vicky Van Gogh!” Becky Lynn said angrily.
“That was a cheap shot!” Vicky whimpered.
But Becky Lynn didn’t answer. She threw open the front door and marched out. Her sister slinking behind.