Gratitude must be earned, not expected.
Written for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt.
Day: August 8, 2020
Kismet
“So how did it go?” Liz asked her housemate. “I figured it must have gone well, since you didn’t get back from your blind date until early this morning.”
“Well, the thing is, I never made it to my date,” Anita said. “I was about to enter the café when a guy on a bicycle came roaring along the sidewalk and hit a pedestrian.”
“Oh no!” Liz exclaimed. “Was the pedestrian hurt?”
“He was flat on his back and was bleeding from the back of his head, but he was conscious,” Anita said. “I asked him how he was feeling, and he looked up at me, smiled, and told me he was literally seeing stars.”
“Wow, he was a pretty good sport, all things considered,” Anita said. “So what happened to him?”
“It was really strange,” Liz said. “He started to ramble on about what sounded like nonsense. It scared me, so I called 9-1-1. The paramedics arrived a few minutes later and said that he likely had a concussion and they had to take him to the hospital. They asked me if I wanted to ride in the ambulance and I said that I did. I was worried about the poor guy.”
Liz got up and poured herself a cup of coffee. “They examined him in the ER and saw that he did have a concussion and they wanted to keep him under observation for the night. They put in an IV and got him situated,” Liz said. “I decided to stay with him for a while. He was no longer babbling nonsense and so we started talking. He was very grateful to me for staying with him, and he was so easy to talk with. And, by the way, he was very easy on the eyes.”
Anita gave Liz an knowing look. “And the rest of the story?”
“I stayed with him in the ER until they got him a bed in a room. They’re going to keep him there for at least another day. But before I left, I gave him my number and told him that I’d love, when he’s feeling up to it, to see him again. Funny, isn’t it, how the night turned out.”
“Kismet,” Anita said, winking at Liz.
Written for these daily prompts: Weekly Prompts (pedestrian), Word of the Day Challenge (feeling), The Daily Spur (sport), Ragtag Daily Prompt (stars), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ramble), and Jibber Jabber (funny.)
Fandango’s Dog Days of August #8
Do you need a muse to get your creative juices flowing during these hot, sultry days of August? Try a dose of Fandango’s Dog Days of August prompt.
At 6:00 am Pacific time each day this month, I will be posting a new theme. Today’s theme is “something or someone you admire.” What or who is it? Why do you admire that thing or person? Do you admire that thing or person from a distance, or is that thing in your possession or that person close to you? Share a story, a poem, a photo, a drawing, some music, or whatever you wish to about something or someone you admire.
If you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FDDA, and create a pingback to this post or manually add your link in the comments.
And, of course, take some time to read the other responses to this prompt. See how other bloggers are coping with the dog days of August.
SoCS — Out, Out Damn Spot
Linda G. Hill has asked us to write about the word “spot” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. All I had to do was look down at my shirt to know what to write about.
I admit that I am a food slob. No, that’s not a typo. I meant food slob and not food snob. Food has a magnetic-like attraction to my shirts. Rarely am I able to complete a meal without leaving telltale signs of that meal on my clothing. I think I missed that day in school when they taught us how to maneuver a food-filled fork or spoon from a plate to the mouth without dropping something on one’s shirt.
My wife puts some sort of powerful spot remover on my shirts (or pants) to get rid of those food stains. Unfortunately, even after pre-treating my shirts with her miracle spot remover, many of my shirts come out of the washing machine with faded spots of carelessly dropped foods still visible.
It’s embarrassing to be having dinner with people (other than my wife, who has come to accept all the food spots on my shirts) when others spot my food stain spots.
But one of the very few good things about the coronavirus pandemic and having to stay at home, is that virtually all of my meals since early March have been at home, where only my wife is a witness to my unique ability to wear what I eat after nearly every meal.
I’m almost dreading the day when I’ll be permitted to go out and dine at a restaurant around other people. First of all, given the various food stains and spots on nearly all the shirts I currently own, I’ll have to buy some new ones to wear outside of my home.
Since I’m too old to wear a bib, I feel like I ought to be proactive and label my shirts in advance.
FOWC with Fandango — Ramble
Welcome to August 8, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.
I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).
Today’s word is “ramble.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.
This, That, and the Other 