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).

I Hate Surprises

1A2C8B8D-DBA3-451F-BF2B-85775FC7B3D2Florence paused at the door, “What the hell did you just say?” she said as they stepped outside.

Surprise!” Anita said.

“Are you shitting me?” Florence said, her voice belligerent. “What is wrong with you, Anita?”

“What do you mean?” a shocked Anita asked. “It’s your birthday and this gift is my surprise for you.”

“First of all, Anita, you know I don’t like surprises,” Florence said. “Second, a motor scooter? What make you think I know how to ride one of those things?”

“You know how to ride a bicycle, right? It’s just like riding a bicycle, but without having to pedal to get moving,” Anita said, disappointed that her surprise gift for her best friend’s birthday was not well received.

“You spent way too much money,” Florence said, beginning to calm down.

“Actually, I got it at an estate sale,” Anita explained. “It’s used, but barely and gently, according to the guy who ran the sale. So it wasn’t that expensive.”

“Well,” Florence said, “I’m sorry that I reacted the way I did. It’s just that this really is a surprise. You know, Anita, I love you and I want us to build a life together. But you need to understand something, okay?”

“What’s that, Florence?” Anita asked.

“I fucking hate surprises.”

“Okay,” Anita said. “You’re the driver in this relationship.”


Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday, for Rachel Poli’s Time to Write Sentence Starter prompt (“surprise”), and for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (belligerent), Your Daily Word Prompt (gift), for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (driver), Scotts Daily Prompt (estate), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (build)

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 — Tall Tales

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“I’m sick to death of the way you’re always making things up, Michael,” his mother scolded her son. “Don’t you know that you should always tell the truth and never lie.”

“Helen,” Michael’s father interrupted, “cut the kid some slack. He’s just got a vivid imagination, is all.”

“George,” Helen said, “I can’t believe you’re defending him. He’s always telling these tall tales and I never know whether to believe him or not.”

“Let me handle this, Helen,” George said to his wife. Then he turned to Michael and said, “How old are you now, son?”

“I’m twelve, Dad,” Michael said. “You know that.”

“And for a twelve year old boy, you’ve got quite a wonderful talent,” George said. “You, Michael, are a natural born storyteller. You weave such interesting tales and you tell them so very well.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Michael said, beaming.

“I have a suggestion,” George said. “You have such a flare for telling stories that I think you should start writing your stories down in a notebook. Be creative, son. Exercise your imagination. And then, when you’ve written a few stories, you can read them out loud to your mother and me. Maybe someday some of the stories you write might even be published in a magazine or a book.”

“Really, Dad?” Michael said excitedly. “I would love that.”

“But there’s one catch, Michael,” George said. “You can make up and write all the stories you can think of in your notebook. But when your mother or I ask you questions, you must always tell us the truth. No making things up. You only make things up for the stories you write in your notebook. So, do we have a deal, Michael?”

“Yes, we have a deal,” Michael said, and then he ran over and hugged his father.

“Great,” George said. “Now go be the fantastic storyteller that I know you can be.”

“I’m gonna start writing my first story right now,” Michael said as he stood up and started running toward his bedroom.

But before Michael took two steps, George grabbed him by his arm and said, “First go hug your mother and tell her you love her.”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, where we’re asked to write a story about a storyteller.

Time To Write — Six Things

28AE0E6E-9D29-48F3-AD07-5E139DC71714“Why are you crying, sweetheart,” Anita’s grandfather asked her.

Anita stopped crying and attempted to wipe away her tears. “Because, Poppy,” she said, “there’s a talent show at school next week and I told everyone that I could make balloon animals, but I’ve tried and tried and I just can’t seem to do it right.”

“Well, honey,” he said, “It takes a lot of hot air to blow up the balloons like that and maybe you’re having trouble because you’re not full of hot air, like some people I know.”

“But if I don’t have enough hot air,” Anita said, “how am I going to win the talent show? And look,” she said, pointing to a crudely drawn banner, “I already made a sign to advertise my balloon animals.”

“Maybe, Anita, it would be best to find another talent for you to show off to your classmates,” her grandfather suggested. “Let’s go out and get an ice cream cone and talk about what your real talents are.”


Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt, using the random words animals, balloon, and best, and for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge where the the things are crying, grandfather, and banner.