Changing Things Up

Tina brought the Dodge Caravan to an abrupt stop. “We need to reflect on our choices,” she said to her boyfriend, Bill.

“Wait, what?” Bill asked. “What choices are you talking about?”

“I’m sorry, Bill,” Tina said, “but I’m getting tired of listening to the same old music with you, do you know what I mean?”

“You mean you want me to find another radio station?” Bill asked.

“What I mean, sweetie,” Tina said, “is that I need some variety in my life. Sometimes you just need to change things up a bit. You know, switch from the candy you’ve been eating for ages and find a different treat to satisfy your sweet tooth.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Tina?” Bill asked, a sense of gloom starting to overwhelm him.

“That depends on what you think I’m saying, Bill.”

“Well, Tina, I think you have a lot of gall,” Bill said. “You’re no prize, you know. It won’t be that difficult for me to find new girlfriend as a substitute for you.”

“Now what in the world are you babbling about, Bill?” Tina said. “All I’m saying is that I’m tired of us always listening to pop music on the radio. I want to start experimenting with listening to hip hop.”

“Well, dammit, Tina,” Bill said, “I wish you’d say things straight instead of always using those goddam metaphors or similes, or whatever you call those things.”

Tina reached over and grabbed Bill’s hand. “Bill, honey, do you really think I’m no prize?”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompts (caravan/substitute), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (abrupt/gall), Word of the Day Challenge (reflect/gloom), Your Daily Word Prompt (music/candy), and The Daily Spur (variety/prize).

SoCS — Two Tickets To Paradise

5DD5CFB4-0AD3-4DE9-81D5-98E801347FC5Belle ran into the house and into her housemate’s room and squealed, “I got them!”

“Calm down, Belle,” Marie said. “What did you get?”

“I got two tickets to the Abominable Biggy Foote concert for me and Lenny,” Belle crowed.

“Two tickets for what?”

“It’s not for what, silly, it’s for who,” Belle laughed. “The Abominable Biggy Foote is one of Lenny’s favorite hip hop artists.”

“Oh,” said Marie, “I’ve never heard of him, but I’m not into rap music.”

“The Abominable Biggy Foote is not a he,” Belle explained. “It’s a they. There are eight members in the group.”

“I see,” Marie said, in a tone that demonstrated her total lack of interest.

“You really should give rap a try,” Belle said. “I know that, for some, rap has a bad rap, but if you give it a chance, it’s really good.”

“Whatever.”

“I got a small box to put the tickets into,” Belle said, holding the box up for Marie to see. “Do you have any Scotch tape? I need to wrap it up and give it to Lenny as a surprise when we go out to dinner tonight.”

“Sure,” Marie said, pulling a tape dispenser out of her desk drawer. “Do you need help wrapping your rap concert tickets?”

“No, I’m good,” Belle said. “I can wrap the box myself.”


Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are supposed to use the words “rap/wrap” in our post. And in honor of the late Eddie Money, let me wrap up this post with this video.