FFfPP — Time to Move On

“Dad, what the hell?” Debbie asked as she came from the master bedroom into the living room where her father was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

“What is it, Debbie?” Ted asked, looking up from his book.

“You haven’t gotten rid of any of Mom’s stuff,” Debbie said. “All of her clothes are still in the closet and even her sneakers and dumbbell hand weights are on the carpet next to her treadmill. I thought you were going to donate all that stuff to Goodwill.”

“Yes, I still plan to,” Ted said.

“Dad, Mom died six months ago,” Debbie said. “But even her toothbrush, hair bushes, and cosmetics are still in the bathroom. What’s going on with you? What are you waiting for?”

“It’s hard, Debbie,” Ted said. “We were together for nearly 25 years and I miss her terribly.”

“I know, Dad,” Debbie said, “but you need to move on with your life. I’ll call Bob and he and I can stop by this weekend, pack up her clothing, and take it to Goodwill for you.”

All of it?” Ted asked.

“Well, we won’t take her jewelry to Goodwill,” Debbie said, “and if there are a few other mementos of hers that you want to keep, tag them. But seriously, Dad, you gotta let go of the rest of this. It’s time.”

Written for Roger Shipp’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. Photo credit: MorgueFile April2020.

Thursday Inspiration — The Catacombs of My Mind

“The butterfly leaves no footprint,” Todd said.

“Did you say something, honey,” Monica asked.

“I said…” Todd started to answer but then stopped himself. “Never mind. Just some random thought rattling around inside my head.”

“Ever since you got laid off,” Monica said, “you seem so introspective. You should get a hobby, do something with your hands.

“I like to hide inside my head,” Todd said. “With all of the crazy antics going on in the outside world, I’m loving spending most of my time wandering around the catacombs of my mind. It’s a fascinating place to be, and I’m discovering so much about who I really am.”

“Maybe you should start a blog,” Monica suggested. “That way you could share all of that fascinating shit rattling around inside your head with the rest of the world.”

“Great idea,” Todd said enthusiastically. “I’ll get started on it right away.”

Written for this week’s Thursday Inspiration prompt from Paula Light, where the theme is “butterfly.” Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (footprint), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (introspective), The Daily Spur (hide), Your Daily Word Prompt (antic), and WordPress of the Day Challenge (loving).

Photo Challenge: Boxed In

“Doc, I’m really feeling boxed in lately,” Ian said

“Tell me more, Ian,” Dr. Stein said.

“It’s like I’m flailing around in the dark, Doc,” Ian said. “I have no sense of what’s behind me. I can’t see what lies directly ahead. I can’t tell right from left, forward from backwards, down from up. I’m lost, Doc. I’m floundering.”

“Ian,” Dr. Stein said, “you do realize that you’re walking around with a large cardboard box covering your head and most of your upper body, don’t you?”

“You get me, doc,” Ian said, feeling a sense of relief at finally being understood. “That, metaphorically, is exactly what I feel like.”

“Ian, I’m not speaking metaphorically,” Dr. Stein said. “You literally have a large cardboard box over the top half of your body.”

Ian took his arms, which were poking out of holes on two adjacent sides of the cardboard box, and began frantically touching the outside of it.

Dr. Stein stood up, walked over to where Ian was standing, and said, “Stand still, son. I’m going to lift the box off of you.” Dr. Stein slowly and carefully remove the box from over Ian’s upper torso and head and put it aside.

Once it was removed, Ian blinked his eyes and looked around the room. “It’s a friggin’ miracle, Doc,” he said. “I can see with so much more clarity now.”

“Yes, I thought you might,” Dr. Stein said. He looked at his watch and said, “Time’s up for today, Ian. I’ll see you at this same time next week. And, Ian, take your box with you.”

Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: cottonbro on Pexels.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Introspective

FOWCWelcome to September 17, 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 “introspective.”

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.