At the age of three, our son was a handful
Sometimes he was like a Tasmanian devil
Sometimes a whirling dervish
Sometimes a tempest in a teapot
(Exactly 27 words)
Written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt, where the challenge is “tempest” in exactly 27 words.
Here is what I posted last year at this time when this same question was the WordPress Daily Prompt:
As time marches on, and if I was correct last year, I will have been in the ground for a year, so I don’t expect that I’ll be seeing much of anything, including myself, ten years hence.
For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, Linda G. Hill has asked us use words that end with “ound.”
After our mother died a few years behind our father, my two sisters and I went up to the attic in their old house to look around and to see if the as anything of value stored up there. I was looking in a far corner of the large attic when I found a stash of old 78 RPM records sitting on top of a mound of what looked like dirty laundry.
I called my sisters over, pointed to the old 78s and said, “these vintage records are bound to have some value.” I started looking at each record, holding them up to see if they were perfectly round with no chips or scratches. I remembered that the was an old Victrola record player in the living room on the ground floor so I said, “Let’s grab a handful, put them on the record player, and see how they sound.”
It turned out that most of the old 78s were in great shape. One of my sisters worked at the Walter Reed Army Hospital in Washington, DC, and she was friends with the guy who was the radio station manager. She asked him about the records and what he thought they might be worth. Most of them were from the Swing and Big Band era and many included some of the biggest names in music at the time.
He estimated that, depending upon the condition of most of the records, they could be worth two to three grand. He mentioned that he had DJs who had shows featuring music from the Swing era and from the Big Ban era and would love it if we would loan his station some of the collection we’d found in our parents’ attic, but we decided instead to gift the entire collection to the radio station.
We thought that was a very sound decision, and the station manager was astounded and very grateful by our generosity.
I am unofficially participating in this year’s A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is girlfriends.
As I was thinking about what to say about Linda, I realized it sounds a lot like a sleazy soap opera.
Linda worked for me as a section supervisor when I managed a group of about 50 customer service representatives, most of whom were young women. I was single and about 27 at the time. Linda was an absolutely stunning Italian girl around my age with a body like Sophia Lauren’s and huge, beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in. She was also married.
One day Linda walked into my office, shut the door behind her, and took a seat on the other side of my desk. She looked directly at me with those big baby blues and asked, “How do you feel about having an affair with a married woman?”
Here’s where things got complicated. I was, in fact, having an affair with a married woman at the time and that married woman just happened to be Linda’s older sister who worked at the same company but in a different department. Shit, I thought. Had Linda’s sister blabbed to Linda about her affair with me?
I took a deep breath, tried to smile, and said, “That depends upon whether you’re accusing me or inviting me.”
Linda leaned in toward me and whispered, “I’m inviting you.”
I took another deep breath, told her that she was a gorgeous woman, and had our circumstances been different, I would have accepted her invitation without hesitation. But, given that she worked directly for me, I had a strict policy of not having any kind of relationship like that with those who were in my department. She said she understood, thanked me, and left my office.
Postscript one: The reason this happened was because Linda had just found out that her husband was having an affair with her best friend and Linda was looking to me for some revenge sex.
Postscript two: After Linda left my office, I picked up the phone, called Linda’s sister, and ended my affair with her.
Postscript three: About a year later I was promoted to a new position and Linda no longer worked for me. By that time she was divorced and I reached out to her. And we, well, reconnected.
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 “wolf.”
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.
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