Doppelgänger

14EF8713-1EF5-4168-8BAC-0E91BA9B07E1Today’s one-word prompt is the word “doppelgänger.” It turns out that just last month, as part of the A to Z Challenge, I wrote a post, “D is for Doppelgänger.” It was one of my more popular posts for the A to Z Challenge, second only to “M is for Masturbate.”

So, rather than taking the time to craft another doppelgänger post on this Memorial Day Saturday, I am going to link back to my previous post on this word. If you’d care to read it, feel free to click here.

A Treasure Trove

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“Look at this place,” Beth observed. “It looks more like a museum display than a working lawyer’s office.”

“I know,” Dwight agreed. “That old typewriter, an ancient telephone. There’s a fax machine in the corner. It’s all so archaic.”

“True, but we have to press on,” Beth said. “We need to put tags on everything in grandad’s office before the appraiser gets here.”

“This is a waste of time,” Dwight said. “These relics are probably worthless. We should just haul all this crap over to the Goodwill store.”

“We may end up taking it all there,” Beth said, “But we need to get it all appraised, even if it’s just to write it off on taxes later.”

The doorbell rang and Dwight went to answer it. The appraiser, a slight man wearing a three piece suit and round, wire-rimmed glasses and who introduced himself to Dwight as Ronald Plotnik, handed Dwight his business card. Dwight thought the guy looked as archaic as all of the junk in his late grandfather’s office.

After Dwight showed Plotnik to the room, the appraiser looked around and asked Dwight and Beth to excuse him while he took an inventory. “It will take about an hour.”

After 90 minutes, Beth and Dwight knocked at the office door. “Are you almost finished, Mr Plotnik,” Beth asked.

“Yes, yes,” Plotnik responded. “An incredible collection. It’s like stepping off of a time machine into an almost forgotten era.”

“Right,” Dwight said. “But let’s cut to the chase. What’s all this crap worth?”

Plotnik opened up his iPad, looked over his inventory notes, and said, “Item by item you might be able to get fifty for it, but I’ll give you forty-five for the whole lot

“Forty-five bucks?” Dwight said, disappointed. “I thought we could get at least a hundred dollars.”

“Well,” Beth to Dwight. “It will save us from lugging it all to the Goodwill store.” Then turning to Plotnik she said, “You will haul it all away, won’t you?”

“Of course,” Plotnik responded. “But I think there’s a misunderstanding. I was talking about forty-five thousand dollars. This room is a virtual treasure trove of relics from a past age.”


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “archaic.”

Time, Place, and Opportunity

F14A3462-5B18-4006-92D0-CF4FE3A352DCOf course I feel guity for having cheated on you with another woman.

I never planned it, never intended for it to happen.

It was merely a matter of time, place, and opportunity.

It wasn’t love.

It was lust.

I love only you.

And it will never happen again.

(Until it happens again.)


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “guilty.”

Heroic Assumption

ED169F32-29B5-4220-8F1E-5DE283539CE8“Clyde is such a screw up,” David said. “I’m assuming that he’ll come around and agree to help us out of this mess he made.”

“You know what they say about people who make assumptions, don’t you?” Reggie said.

“Okay, here we go with another one of your trite clichés,” David said. “Go ahead and enlighten me.”

“They say that when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me,” Reggie said. “Get it? ASS-U-ME.”

“Yes, I get it,” David said. “And who is this ‘they’ who came up with that bit of wisdom?”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know, but I assume they were smart.”

“Of course you do,” David said sarcastically. “I’ve also heard a quip about assumptions.”

“Oh yeah,” said David. “What did you hear?”

“That assumption is the mother of all screw ups.”

“So you’re saying that Clyde’s mother’s name is Assumption?” Reggie asked. “That’s a really weird name.”

“Never mind,” David said, shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.


Written for today’s one-word prompt, “assumption.”

MLMM Photo Challenge — My Father’s Gloves

img_1404“I swear, I have looked everywhere for them,” Josh said.

“Do you remember where you saw them last?” Hal asked.

“Come on, Hal,” Josh said. “What kind of stupid question is that? If I could remember where I last saw them, they wouldn’t be lost, would they?”

“Well excuse me, Sherlock,” Hal said sarcastically. “They didn’t just disappear, you know.”

“I have to trace back my steps,” Josh said. “That’s my only hope for finding those gloves.”

“Why don’t you just buy a new pair?” Hal asked. “There’s a Target a few blocks from here.”

“You know that those gloves were my father’s,” Josh said. “They’re one of just a few items I have left of his. They’re irreplaceable. I can’t believe I left them somewhere.”

“So what did you do first today?” Hal asked.

“I walked the dog.”

“And you wore the gloves?”

“I usually do. It’s still pretty chilly in the mornings,” Josh said.

“Do you recall taking them off when you got back from the walk?” Hal said.

“Omigod!” Josh shouted. “I sat on the park bench to check the newsfeed on my iPhone for a minute or two and took the gloves off to scroll though the news stories.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Hal said. “Maybe they’re still on the bench where you left them.”

“Grab your jacket,” Josh ordered.


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit Matt Seymour via Unsplash.

Also written for today’s one-word prompt, “disappear.”