“A picnic table with a tablecloth no less, a yard, trespassers comfortable, using our driveway to cut a path.” Megan sat back musing. “No wonder I can’t sleep. Beachfront property? How do you justify owning the ocean, never said… well, we don’t actually, still; the beach counts. How do you get the message across to people and keep smiling? Maybe… but shall we close the borders?” Kreep bellowed a laugh. “Define ‘the borders’.” His arm panned the turbulent vastness, no other land in sight. “She’s restless today. Netting. Wouldn’t look pretty.” Megan sighed. “Think someone might try to play tennis?”
The Prompt: …but shall we close the borders…
100WCGU – Week#175
Get out she says, I want you out.
Joe just stood there. Now what… This time he’s not willing to lose everything or leave behind things she covets just to pacify. “Pacify what, how does that go, ‘don’t try to figure out a plan, you can’t reason with a headless man’ in this case a woman. How can I do this in a more rational way with an irrational woman whose mood could change like the flip of a switch?” None of this stops friends and family from giving age-old advice “don’t worry about it, it’ll take care of itself”. He hopes as he sits espresso in hand reflecting on what’s come to pass; in a matter of moments fate has been decided… or has it? His usefulness came to an end and he’s now outdated. “One door closes another opens, another wise-old-sagely goody, but it’s hard to see what that new door will be. What will it bring?” Suddenly an air of relief tries to enter, a breath of fresh air, hope, possibility. He can feel it as if it were a breeze but in a split second it’s gone. It all seems so dead. It is death but Joe wants life to go on preferably with her… and his stuff.
“I’m loco for staying”, Moon thought. She cursed her hippie parents for her name. Had she really expected him to change? She figured she was loco for her idealism. Her thinking – their fault hands down. “Loco, yoko, yahtzee! Yoko!” She remembered reading something about how John met her at an exhibit where people came up and cut off pieces of her clothing, but SHE saw… she had to admit, its logic. “That loco landed her a billionaire boyfriend, granted, later murdered.” Moon laughed out loud as she brushed the vision of holding that same kind of exhibit right out of her mind.
The prompt is:
…but SHE saw…
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups = Week#170
The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m. “Just one minute more, no, might sleep too long.” She dozed opening her eyes at 6. “A real fix… 30 minutes to get out… I’m tired, no coffee today.” She stopped back at the café for her second cup in the afternoon. “One shot instead of three, much better. No burning sensation. Don’t need it to stay awake. I just like it, I do.” Her thoughts interrupted by a clanging… bell… gong… then, in the middle of the noise she shot straight up in bed. Grabbing the clock with a half-numbed hand she squinted at its face. It was 5:30.
Prompt: “…then, in the middle of the noise…”
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#169
They weren’t red but brand new for the past five years and she’d never worn them. Once in a while she’d pull them off the shelf and try them on. “Wish I had somewhere to wear them, somewhere to go, something.” She thought of years gone by when family lived closer together, when there were occasions, birthdays, anniversaries, events with evening dresses and high heels, dinners and dancing. “They never collected dust.” She remembered how women kicked them off when the tempo changed from slow to jitterbug as if sailing them to the corner of the room were a step.
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups- Week #167
It felt like plastic netting only soft. She felt the ridges on her skin and heard the zzzip like rolling rrrrrs as she passed. She thought of spiders quickly glancing up but the web wasn’t damaged glistening in the sun in a single rough-edged sheet. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook off her clothing just in case. No trespassers. “Onward”.
He came to pick up his son. At the daycare the front doorbell rang but she was busy with two year olds in the back room. He appeared in the doorway she looked up surprised, and glanced him up and down as he did her. “We’re dressing alike. This isn’t good; some kind of freaky. I’m an alpha. We’d argue about who’s in charge. Could be fun. Funny how people think.”
“She’s an alpha” drifted through her mind. “She needs more love than others.” He stood at the far end of the classroom signing his son out. He looked back. Looking ahead but just past him she caught his full image. “We’re dressing alike. Pastels and white.” She smiled as she walked toward Little Hercules who’d taken the plastic broom and bent the handle in half. He was trying to get it to flip up and down…
She was determined to get everything unpacked before tomorrow; after all, there wasn’t much. Having lived in a single room there was no furniture to speak of just more junk than anything else. Exhausted yet undaunted she opened a box of desk odds and ends finding the second toothpick holder. “So there you are… how’d you wind up here?” Chuckling she put it aside. She turned to move the collection of office supplies closer to the desk then reached. “Where… where is it?” She turned, turned around, put on the light but found no sign of the cylindrical holder. “Huh, but it was there just a moment ago.”
This week’s prompt:
“… but it was there just a moment ago…”
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#163
“She had the door open just for a change. The sliding glass had been pulled back and the breeze filtered through the screen cool, almost invigorating. Two windows had been opened for cross-ventilation, not perfect but nice. After finishing her post power-walk energy drink concoction she stripped off her sweaty clothing dropping each piece into the basket…”
Why am I thinking of this man? Her mind wouldn’t rest. She’d dreamt about him; he’d held her, non-threatening. It felt nice. Every now and again he’d creep into her mind. She’d taken a mouthful of bourbon and saw him kissing moisture from her lips. She imagined she might be old enough to be his grandmother but at least his mother then saw him kissing her mouth shut.
Were he and his wife divorced or just separated?
Well, at least we were free. Are free.
When he’d first seen her he walked by running his hand along the remnant of her waist…
Prompt: “At least we were free”
100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#157