Writer’s Workshop — Aunt Rose

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For his Writer’s Workshop this week, John Holton gives us six writing prompts and we are tasked with choosing one of the prompts (or as many as we want) and writing a post that addresses that (or those) prompt(s). I chose three prompts for this week: (1) use the word “aunt,” (2) write a post in exactly 12 sentences, and (6) write about the most humid place you’ve been.

Have you ever been to Houston, Texas in the summer?

It’s awful.

Temperatures often reach triple digits and if you couple that heat with Houston’s 100% humidity, it’s unbearable.

I’ve been there in November and December and it’s quite pleasant in Houston, but not for all the money in the world will I ever go back to Houston again in the summer.

Or so I thought.

I belong to one of those DNA programs that takes your spit and locates all of your relatives, whether dead or alive or yet to be born.

I received a certified letter from a woman who said she was my Aunt Rose, the wife of my mother’s youngest brother, both of whom are deceased.

She said that she is dying, has only six months to live, and just learned from that DNA program that I am her nephew and her only surviving relative.

She wrote that she is an extremely wealthy woman and now that she knows I exist, she intends to revise her will and make me her sole beneficiary, leaving her entire fortune to me.

But first she wants to meet me and she would like me to catch the next flight to her home in Houston.

It’s July.

I wrote her back and said, “Sure, I’m on my way, Aunt Rose. 💕❤️”


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18 thoughts on “Writer’s Workshop — Aunt Rose”

  1. bushboy May 30, 2024 / 3:39 am

    Don’t forget an empty suitcase to bring home the cash 😂

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  3. Sadje May 30, 2024 / 5:00 am

    For a moment I thought that this was a true incident 😂

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  4. rugby843 May 30, 2024 / 5:19 am

    I moved to Houston in July 1966 and got off the plane to walk on the tarmac to the inside of the airport – that’s how it was back then – and it was midnight. I felt like I was hit with a heavy wet blanket it was so dark, hot and humid.😳🥴😩

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    • Marleen May 31, 2024 / 1:04 pm

      One of my elementary school year classes went for a field trip on a private jet, and yeah, we were right on the tarmac. I suppose people flying privately still walk on the tarmac regularly. In fact, I paid for some lessons for my oldest son and walked on the tarmac with him for an even smaller plane. The teacher liked me and wanted to offer me a free lesson or two… didn’t take him up on it, but I did like him too. There was some kind of veteran vibe (though no uniforms) going on at a gathering to which we were invited in a hangar as well. It was quite nice. That gathering and a night flight that my son flew are among my favorite memories. My son (that one anyway) didn’t earn his license and abandoned his flight log, but I held onto it. Wonder of wonders, like a decade later, he pondered where it could be.

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      • Marleen May 31, 2024 / 1:08 pm

        Jeez: today is a day for temptation nostalgia. I’ve run across two other reminders of times I might’ve or could’ve.

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  5. newepicauthor May 30, 2024 / 7:22 am

    I was in Houston in the summer switching flights, but I never left the airconditioned airport.

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  7. Patty May 31, 2024 / 10:31 am

    For a brief moment, you and Aunt Rose had me.

    I must say, very well done! The DNA test reminded me of a conversation with a business associate who did a test but submitted tap water instead of saliva. The results came back with connections in various spots of the world as well as American Indian.

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    • Marleen May 31, 2024 / 1:23 pm

      I want my mom to get a test, I wonder if I could talk her into it. The spit thing might really turn her off.

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