He sat on the ottoman and stared down at what his wife called her inspired carpet. He looked out of the window toward the thick forest behind his house. The sky was starting to turn dark, which matched his mood perfectly.
Maybe he should text her. No, better yet call her so they could speak with one another. Yes, the doctor had given them bad news, but the affect it had on their relationship was wasn’t in keeping with how they’d interacted in the past. It was as if someone had completely rewritten the transcript of their lives together.
He’d paid the tithe through the years, and now, when it was time to reap the rewards, this happened. And it was devastating to him. He got up, walked out to his car, and headed for the hospice. He needed to be with her, by her side, holding her hand, every minute that she had left.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix prompt, “Same But Different,” where we are supposed to use synonyms for the following words:
chair — ottoman floor — carpet tree — forest black — dark talk — speak
Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (inspired carpet), My Vivid Blog (doctor), The Daily Spur (affect), Word of the Day Challenge (keeping), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (transcript), and Hour Daily Word Prompt (tithe).
This was kind of a rough week for me. Between clumsily falling and bruising a rib and finding out that my car will need repairs estimated to run in the low five figures in the near term, I was feeling pretty bummed out. Oh, I also got a huge splinter in a finger and my wife had to dig it out with a pair of tweezers. Ouch!
But I’m not one to sit around weeping over these relatively minor misfortunes. Instead, I smoked a little weed, which was some really sweet stuff, to help me relax and to ease the pain from my bruised rib. That mellowed me out quite a lot and helped me feel a wee bit better.
I also spent some time on Twitter tweeting away. Then I composed and scheduled a few for my upcoming weekly prompt posts, and went through my WordPress spam and trash folders in order to give them a clean sweep.
To keep informed, I perused the two newsweekly magazines I subscribe to. By midweek, my rib was feeling a lot better and it wasn’t too hot outside, so I donned my favorite tweed cap, and helped my wife do some weeding in the garden. I know that cap makes me look like a bit of a dweeb, but it was just my wife and me in our backyard, so who cares, right?
Now the weekend has finally arrived and I’m looking forward to a nice, relaxing couple of days and a relatively uneventful week ahead.
This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. In case you couldn’t figure it out, Linda asked us to use the word “wee” or find a word that contains it and use it in our post.
Note that this post is a mix of fact and fiction. Some of it is true, but I don’t have a Twitter account and, therefore, didn’t write or read tweets. Also, I did not do any weeding in my garden and I don’t own a tweed cap. And the truth is that my bruised rib is not even a wee bit better and it still hurts like hell. And that bit about the splinter and the tweezers was totally made up.
Welcome to August 7, 2021 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 “transcript.”
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.