Time to Write — It Is What It Is

ea76a696-41ae-429e-b8c4-b6c4e9d21e2b“Don’t worry about me,” Aaron said, “I’ll be fine. I can’t adequately express my gratitude to you for your gracious hospitality, but it’s time for me to go back out into the world and to pursue my electric dreams.

“Electric dreams? Really?” Barbara said. “This is your typical pattern, isn’t it? You come and stay with me for a few months after you get out of recovery. We get close, emotionally and physically, and then, out of the blue, you suddenly announce that you have to leave to go find yourself, to pursue your stupid, unrealistic fantasies. Loving you is either feast or famine, Aaron. There’s no middle ground for you.” Tears started freely flowing down Barbara’s cheeks.

“I know I’m being selfish,” Aaron said, “and I don’t expect you to wait around for me. I really do love you, Barbara. But I need to know who I am and what I’m all about before I can give my all to you.”

“And you expect me to just wait for you?” Barbara asked.

“No, of course not,” Aaron said. “But it is what it is. I hope someday you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me.”

b126b97d-b418-4d1c-8416-8b87b452b358Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt.

Also for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (gratitude), Ragtag Daily Prompt (hospitality), Michael’s Writing Prompts (electric dreams), Nova’s Daily Random Word (pattern), Your Daily Word Prompt (recovery), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (forgive).

Time To Write — Politics as Unusual

65FABB36-29AC-4D35-9CF2-1C97B924E983“What happened?” Jane asked her husband. “Oh my God, what happened?”

“It’s nothing,” Archer said.

“Nothing?” Jane exclaimed. “Look at yourself. You’re eye is swollen shut and is turning black. Your lip is cut and bleeding, as is your nose. What the hell, Archer?”

“Just a slight altercation with a guy at the office,” Archer said.

“An altercation? You mean a fist fight,” Jane said. “With who and about what?”

“Dan, my cubicle mate, was late because he voted this morning on the way to the office,” Archer explained. “He asked me if I had voted yet and I told him that I had voted by mail last week. Then he asked me who I voted for. I told him that I learned a long time ago to avoid talking about sex, religion, and politics at the office.”

“Okay, but then how did this happen?” she asked, pointing at his face.

“He kept pestering me about who I voted for, so I finally told him,” Archer said. “And that’s when all hell broke loose.”

“What exactly happened?”

“He was pissed. He said that my vote canceled out his. Then I said that since I voted before he did, his vote canceled out my vote. Things went down hill from there.”

“But how did things turn physical?” Jane asked.

“I dunno,” Archer said. “He said I was unpatriotic, called me a globalist, said I believed all the fake news, and that I wanted illegal immigrants to overrun our county.”

“You’re kidding!” Jane said. “So he hit you?”

“Well, I might have said a few things back at him,” Archer admitted. “And suddenly fists were flying. Our coworkers had to pull us apart and our boss sent us both home. We both got formal warnings and are on work probation.”

“I hope Dan looks as bad as you do,” Jane said, hugging her husband.

“Worse,” Archer said, a painful smile appearing on his face.

Written for Rachel Poli’s Sentence Starter prompt.

It’s About Time

008DF38A-14DD-49B4-A0A4-9E38A824CD2C“A package came for you,” Diane told her roommate.

“It’s about time,” Barry said.

“What time is it?

“It’s time to go,” Barry said.

“What are you talking about?” Diane asked.

“I don’t have time for this,” Barry said.

“Is it from Anita, your ex?” Diane asked. “Maybe she wants to get back together. After all, time heals all wounds.”

“She’s a waste of time,” Barry said.

“But,” Diane responded, “time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

“Oh right,” Barry said. “Let the good times roll.”

“Stop being sarcastic.” Diane said. “Aren’t you going to take the time to open the package?”

“I guess this is just as good a time as any,” Barry said, and he proceeded to open the package.

“So what is it?” Diane asked.

“It’s from Anita,” Barry answered. He lifted the watch from the box. “There’s a note attached,” he said. “It reads, ‘Time is on your side.’”

“What do you think she means by that?” Diane asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I guess I’ll ask her next time I see her,” Barry said.

“Well there’s no time like the present,” Diane said. “Call her.”

Barry looked at his watch. “Do you see what time it is? I’m late.” He ran out of the house.

Diane shook her head and said aloud, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”

1ADE4F5C-1676-4A9B-9A62-8B7A4EE431CEWritten for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.

Time To Write — The Kit

246A3E2B-C177-4928-9DA4-34E7DA53B50A“You have everything, right?” my wife asked.

“Of course,” I said. “I’m not stupid.”

“Okay, let’s take inventory,” she said. “Six gallons of water.”


“Enough non-perishable food to last three days.”


“A battery-powered or hand crank radio.”


“A Flashlight, a first aid kit, extra batteries.”

“Check, check, check.”

“A whistle to signal for help.”


“A dust mask to help filter contaminated air and plastic sheeting and duct tape to shelter-in-place.

“Check and check.”

“Moist towelettes, garbage bags, and plastic ties for personal sanitation.”

“Eww, check.”

“A wrench or pliers to turn off utilities.”

“A manual can opener for food.”


“A local paper map of the area.”

“That was hard to find, but check.”

“Our cellphones with backup batteries.”

“Check,” I said. “Anything else?”

“Nope,” she said. “I think we got it covered.”

“Oh wait, I thought of one other thing,” I said.

“What else?”

“Earplugs for me so that when the earthquake hits, your screaming won’t cause me to go deaf.”

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt.

Time To Write — What Do You Need?

85BD1D89-C8BF-4883-BBDA-B7891583A9DA“Can you come here for a second?” Carolyn called out to her husband, Greg, who was sitting in the living room watching the basketball game.

This was never a good sign, Greg knew. It usually meant that she was going to point something out to him. Something he said he would do, but didn’t. Something he did do, but not to her satisfaction. Maybe the dishes he washed weren’t clean enough. Or he left the light on in the bathroom…again. Or he forgot to clean out the cat’s litter box. Whatever it was, he was not looking forward to getting lectured yet again.

Carolyn was in the kitchen when she called him. Had he forgotten that it was his week to clean the coffeemaker? Did he not remember to go through the refrigerator and throw out any older leftovers before taking the trash out to the curb? It was probably that bulb in the stove vent hood that burned out and that he’d promise to replace.

“Hey, hon, what’s up?” Greg asked, standing just outside the kitchen door and trying to sound both innocent and helpful.

“Come over here,” she said, pointing to the floor right in front of her. She was standing just in front of the gas range against the wall.

Damn, I was supposed to clean the burners on the cooktop, wasn’t I? Greg thought. He rather sheepishly moved closer to Carolyn until there were only about nine inches separating them.

“So?” he said, “what do you need?”

“I need to tell you something that I don’t say often enough. I need to tell you that I love you.” And with that, Carolyn reached out to Greg, pulled him close, gave him a big hug, and then kissed him deeply.

Written for this week’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt from Rachel Poli.