Jackhammer

7F2BE270-5A53-4699-A082-D6622A55648AThe percussive sound of a jackhammer tearing up the street outside of his bedroom woke Alex up from his deep slumber. He looked at the clock on his nightstand. It was 1:37 in the afternoon and Alex was only halfway through his daily afternoon nap.

He got out of his bed, put on his robe and slippers, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where his granddaughter was preparing a snack for when her kids got home from school in about an hour. “Hi, Pop Pop,” she said cheerily. “You’re up early from your nap.”

“How can I nap with all that racket going on outside,” he said grumpily. “What are they doing out there?”

“The public works department is repairing some of the old sewer pipes in the area,” Andrea responded. “It’s supposed to take about a week.”

“That’s just great,” Alex grumbled. “Got any Advil? That damn jackhammering is giving me a splitting headache.”

“Sure,” Andrea said, opening up one of the kitchen cabinets where she kept some household medical supplies. “How many do you want?”

“Just give me the goddam bottle and a glass of water,” Alex snapped.

Andrea handed him the Advil bottle and a glass of cold water. “You know, Pop Pop,” she said, somewhat tentatively, “maybe you should go visit Adam this week until the street work is done. I can give him a call and have him come pick you up. It will be good for you to have a change of scenery and to spend some time with your grandson and his kids.”

“No way,” Alex said. “Those little rugrats of his are more annoying than that goddam jackhammer out there. And his wife is a shrew. Besides,” he added, “it’s a three hour drive out to his place in the middle of nowhere. And you know my back can’t handle three hours sitting in a goddam car.”

“Fine,” Andrea said, knowing that she was in for another wonderful week of constant complaining from her grandfather. She would have preferred the peace and quiet of the jackhammer.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “percussive.”

Sunday Photo Fiction — Rust

“It’s only been, what, three years since they painted the lighthouse,” George said, the annoyance in his voice clearly apparent.

“Yeah, boss,” responded Jimmy, who was standing next to George. “It was last done in the fall of 2014, according to the records we pulled yesterday.”

“Goddammit,” George said. “Gimme those binoculars, Jimmy.” George peered through the binoculars Jimmy handed him. He focused on the numerous, large, vertical rust stains all around the top of the structure.

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“That sonabitch contractor fucked us over,” George’s annoyance having morphed into rage.

“So whaddya wanna do boss?” Jimmy asked. “Want me to round up some of the guys and go pound the snot outta him?”

“That muthafucka guaranteed that the paint job would last ten years,” George said. We paid a huge goddam premium for what he said was weather resistant, rust proof paint. Now look at all that rust up there.”

“Yeah, boss,” Jimmy said. “I remember that guy sayin’ that. So whaddya want to do, boss?”

“I’m gonna call my sister,” George said, picking up his cell phone, so upset that his hand was shaking. “Dammit, Sis,” he screamed into the phone. “Your lame ass husband screwed me over yet again!”

(200 words)


Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: A Mixed Bag.

Song Lyric Sunday — Obsession

This week’s Song Lyric Sunday theme is “obsession.” What song is more about obsession than “Every Breath You Take” by The Police?

The song, written by Sting, was released in May 1983 on The Police album “Synchronicity.” It  was the biggest US and UK hit that year, topping the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart for eight weeks.

The lyrics of “Every Breath You Take” are the words of a possessive lover who is watching “every breath you take; every move you make.” Sting pointed out that the song is not a gentle little love song, as some believed it to be. He said it is, in fact, about the obsession with a lost lover, and the jealousy and surveillance that follow.

You’d be hard pressed to find a song that is more about obsession than “Every Breath You Take.”

Here are the lyrics.

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you

Oh can’t you see
You belong to me
My poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you

Since you’ve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please

Oh can’t you see
You belong to me
My poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

I’ll be watching you
(Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take)
I’ll be watching you
(Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay)
I’ll be watching you
(Every move you make, every vow you break, every smile you fake, every claim you stake)
I’ll be watching you
(Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay)
I’ll be watching you
(Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take)
I’ll be watching you
(Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay)
I’ll be watching you