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(This week’s prompt is “fresh”.)

We were off to find the bank before they closed. We had fifteen minutes.

“Let’s jump in my Jeep!” And off we went. We headed past the freeway overpass and down the highway. I was taking in the beautiful green of the outdoors, and the freshness of the clear blue skies.

The traffic was pretty heavy. Of course, it was a Friday and everyone was trying to get home and/or get out of town. To make matters worse, he hadn’t jotted down the address. He had just noted the street name. I thought he knew where we were going. Soon, I realized he was just heading to that street, hoping to be able to spot the bank quickly. The novelty of not having this all planned out was quite alien to me.

We got to the intersection where he thought the bank was and he tried to scan all directions while driving. I looked too. He drove into one shopping center where there were three other banks. It wasn’t there and he headed for the exit. When we got to the driveway, we both spotted it at the same time. It was to our left and the driveway exit was a right turn only which was actually blocked by all that traffic!

I couldn’t believe it! He looked back, put the Jeep in reverse and backed out of the driveway enough to make a U turn in the driveway. Luckily, the traffic coming in the driveway was cooperative. No one honked. No one flipped him off. In his haste to complete the U turn, he actually jumped up on the curb with the front tires of the Jeep and then drove on the curb about four feet with the right rear tire, too.

Klonk! And off of the curb we went. People were staring in disbelief. I shook my head and laughed. He looked at me and said, “That’s what I love about my Jeep. It takes me any place I want!”

“I’m thinking I’m really glad we brought YOUR car!”

We both cracked up!


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Footsteps echoed in the darkness.  The stillness of the night allowed me to hear everything~
cats prowling in the bushes, a distant cough, joggers’ feet lightly touching the ground, and yes, those footsteps

I wondered who the footsteps belonged to.  They were firm, solid footsteps.  Self-assured.  This person knew who they were, what they wanted, and where they were going.  I admired that.  I always have.

The two men I have been most attracted to in my life had that walk…the one that told me they knew who they were.  The one that told me they knew where they were going.  No, they probably had a lot of doubts about who they were and where they were going, but what I mean is that they had this inner knowledge of who they were as a person and what they were willing to do and not do to remain true to themselves.  They knew where they were going in that they knew which lines they could cross and which they could not.

I liked that about them.  I still do.  And I hope that one day the footsteps echoing in the darkness will be coming toward me, toward my house, my person, my life.

(written from a prompt: footsteps echoed in the darkness)

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Today’s set of 3WW words is: rest, sidewalk, and twice. I chose to just pull a story out of thin air…

Twice Marianne tried to walk down the sidewalk to get to her car and twice she had run into an obstacle. The neighbor from three doors down was saying goodbye to his girlfriend the first time around and Marianne didn’t care to intrude on their smooching and grabbing of each other in very personal places so she had gone back home.

The third time around, she had to get to her car. If she didn’t, she would be late to pick up her nephew, Terry, at the movies. She couldn’t do that. Her sister was depending on her and so was her nephew. If Marianne was anything, it was punctual and reliable. As she neared the neighbor’s house, she watched as they seemed to be having a fight. He was walking away from her and she was pursuing him. It seemed like he had gotten mad at her and she was trying to make it up to him.

“I’m sorry Ben. I know it was wrong. I knew it when it was happening but I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry, Ben. It won’t ever happen again.”

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again. You can screw around on someone else but not ever on me again. Do you hear me Virginia? Do you understand? I’m not taking you back. You can run off and screw your married boyfriend anytime you want but don’t ever come around here again!”

Marianne crossed the street. She had to get to her car parked down the block now or she would be late. Marianne figured she would cross the street and get passed the arguing couple and then cross again to get to her car. As Marianne crossed the street, a car came screeching around the corner and before Marianne could move out of the way, the car was upon her.

She woke up groggy, feeling like she needed a lot of rest but she had to get to Terry before it was too late. She got up off the bed she seemed to be in but before she could sit up, a young man’s arms gently reached for her and pushed her back down. “Marianne, you’ve had an accident. You’re okay but you have to go to the hospital with us. You’ll be fine. Just relax.”

“I can’t go to the hospital. Terry. I have to get Terry. He’s waiting for me. Terry…”

“She’ll be okay. I think she has a concussion but it looks like she’ll be fine. Let’s get her to the hospital.”

“Okay Doctor. We’ll get her there as soon as we can. Are you coming or shall we pass this on to the doctor on call?”

Marianne’s neighbor wanted nothing more than to get away from the philandering girlfriend. “I’ll ride with you. She’ll be fine but this one is mine. I’ll go along.”

As the ambulance drove off, the young doctor’s attention was riveted on his patient. Anything to get away from his former girlfriend.

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This week’s Writer’s Island prompt is “empowered.”  Here is my contribution…

I’ve been through an awful lot and a lot of it could have been avoided if I had not been raised with certain traditional and cultural values.  Don’t get me wrong.  Values are wonderful but only if mixed with common sense and reason. (more…)

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[Second Chance prompt for Writers Island]

Ricky couldn’t believe his luck! 

He always tried to be prepared but it was hard to study for a big test when the weather was so great outside and when his friends were out side his window yelling for him to go have some fun.  And that’s what he’d done yesterday.  He went to the arcade with his friends, then out for a burger and a Coke.  He had gotten home late and then tried to study but he was also very tired.  When Ricky started studying it was past eleven and before he knew it, he was falling asleep. 

At breakfast his mom wished him luck on his History final.  She knew he was having trouble memorizing some of the dates and names but she knew Ricky was a good student.  He’d manage to pull a wonderful grade, even though he said he would probably fail.  All the way to school Ricky tried to look at his notes and quiz himself.  He was worried.  He needed to pull an A on this one but it wasn’t looking good this time.

When the bell for first period rang, Ricky headed for class, shuffling his feet, trying to avoid the inevitable.  He got to class, sat down and took advantage of the last few minutes of studying until the teacher called for them to clear their desks.   Instead, when the tardy bell rang, a deep male’s voice interrupted Ricky’s studying.

“Good morning class.  I’m Mr. Slezak and I will be your substitute teacher today.  Mrs. Brown had a family emergency but she should be back tomorrow.  The lesson plan says you are to take a test today but I can’t find the test so I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until tomorrow when Mrs. Brown returns.  I know you’re all heart broken about this but it can’t be helped.”

The class broke out in applause!  Ricky couldn’t believe his luck!  He was getting a second chance to study for his test!  Wow!  Some days were just too perfect!

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This week’s Writer’s Island prompt is Time Travel.  Here’s my try: 

Sherry tumbled to the floor next to her bed, immediately realizing that it had happened again.  This was the third time she knew of but she suspected that there had been more times of which she was unaware.

What had happened this time?  She got up and looked in the mirror, searching for evidence to help her figure out what had happened.  She was wearing a simple wreath of daisies in her hair and what appeared to be a tattoo of a peace sign on her cheek.  Sherry rubbed at it and realized that it was just drawn on.  Whew!  She was relieved.

Looking down at her clothes she noticed the clothes she had seen in photographs.  Her denim pants, patched as they were, appeared to be very wide bell-bottomed pants.  She was wearing a halter top made from a multicolored tie dyed bandana.  Sherry had beads around her neck and on her wrists.  Bringing her wrist near her eyes to look at the colorful beads, she got a whiff of a strong scent she couldn’t place.  It was musky and made her feel dizzy.  She didn’t know what the scent was but she was certain it wasn’t anything that belonged in her time.

What had she missed?  She rushed to her desktop computer and turned it on.  The date said it was February 18, 2008.  Wow!  The last thing she remembered was Friday morning when she had left for school.  Friday had been the 15th.  She had lost four days!  Had anyone noticed?  What would she say?  Her mother would be frantic, then she’d be mad as hell when she realized Sherry was fine.  Then Sherry  remembered with relief!.  Her mother wasn’t home.  She had gone away with her boyfriend, Chuck.  They had left on Thursday after work, for a Valentine’s weekend.  With Monday being a holiday, they were staying away and coming home late Monday night.  Tonight!  What time was it?  Were they home?  No.  The house was quiet and one look out the window told her that her mother’s Prius wasn’t in the driveway.

Safe!  She was safe.  Or relatively.  Now she just had to figure out what she had done for the four days and if there would be any lingering manifestations to deal with.  She’d have to figure out what to say about why she hadn’t gone to school.  That is IF she hadn’t gone.  She had some checking to do.  Sherry remembered the last time she had lost time.  She had come to with a horrible hangover.  She didn’t even drink but wherever she had gone and whomever she had become had quite a lot to drink and Sherry had to pay the price!

The car driving into the driveway sent Sherry running into the bathroom.  She would lock herself in there and run the shower.  That would give her some time to collect herself.  And she had to wash that pungent smell off of her, too!

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