Recently, the Ragtag Daily Prompt was “door stop.” I am finally getting around to responding with photos of three door stops in my home.
This first one is a cheap door stop that essentially stops a door that’s flung open from hitting a perpendicular wall.
This next one is a fancy, fashionable door stop that we have in our main bedroom (formerly called master bedroom until that terminology was declared to be politically incorrect) in order to prevent the door from slamming shut on a windy day when the bedroom windows are open.
And finally, this next photo is more of a gate stop than a door stop. And it’s just a rock. It allows us to prop open the swinging wooden gate to our side yard, which we use as a dog run (and doggie bathroom) for our recently acquired rescue dog.
Clara stood on the deck of her family’s lake house. She checked her watch, picked up her cellphone, and called Cindy. When Cindy picked up, Clara asked, “Where are you guys? Are you almost here?”
Cindy responded, “We’re about five minutes out, according to the car’s navigation thingie. As usual, Arlene was running late, but we’ll be there shortly.”
“Good,” replied Clara. “I’ll meet you all out front.”
A few minutes later Cindy’s car pulled up with Clara’s three best friends inside. Clara motioned for them to hurry up. “Come on, ladies, the champagne has already been poured and it’s on the deck overlooking the lake ready for us to imbibe.”
“Champagne?” Barbara asked. “What’s the occasion?”
“It’s time to celebrate, ladies,” Clara said. She held up her left hand, showing off her engagement ring. Beaming, said, “Peter popped the question last night.”
Clara’s three friends squealed with delight, surrounded Clara and gave her a group hug. With tears of joy in her eyes, Clara said, “Let’s go have some bubbly.”
I could smell her scent on the stationery. It brought back a lot of memories. Some happy. Most painful.
She had taped a penny to the paper. Beneath the taped penny she wrote, “This is what our life together was worth. One red cent.”
I guess I deserved that for the hell I put her through during our marriage.
I sent her a letter. The stationery was unscented, just like me.
I taped two pennies to the paper. Beneath the taped pennies I wrote, “Here’s my two cents worth. You got as good as you gave.”
She wasn’t the only one who went through hell during our marriage.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Dan Antion is standing in for Linda this week and he has given us “cent/scent/sent,” and asked us to use them in any form we like. We can use one, two, or all three of them.
It’s June 18, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).
Today’s word is “impact.”
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