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Terry paused and bent over, hands on his knees. He wiped sweat off his brow as he struggled to catch his breath.
Sherry walked up beside him and placed a hand on his back. “You doing ok, Terry?” she asked.
“So far…so good…” he managed to wheeze out.
“I thought you were in better shape than this.”
“So…did I.” His breathing came easier and he stood up straight. He stared down the uphill path through the woods they were hiking along. “I just didn’t know it would be so far.”
Sherry looked at the map on her mobile phone. “It shouldn’t be much farther.”
“You sure? You said the same thing half an hour ago.”
“Don’t worry. It really should be not much farther.” She put the phone back in her pocket and grinned at him. “Look at it this way. You’re getting one heck of a workout, burning up all those calories you ate at McDonald’s when we stopped for lunch.”
Terry cast her a sidelong look accompanied by a frown.
Sherry giggled. “Trust me. It’ll have been totally worth it when we get there.”
Terry sighed and the two resumed their trek along the path. To Terry’s delight, it really wasn’t much longer before the path led them out of the woods and out onto a cliff. They walked up the rail at the edge of the cliff and gazed out at the spectacular view afforded them of a deep valley surrounded by snow-snowcapped mountains.
“Wow!” Terry breathed in awe.
“See? Didn’t I tell you the trek would be worth it?”
“Yes, you did. And you were right. It was worth totally worth it.”
Sherry hugged him and said, “Happy birthday, Brother.”
This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “so far”:
Gemma sat at a table near the back of the pub, staring at a notepad and tapping her lips with her pencil as she thought. A glass of beer sat untouched beside her.
Mac spotted her from the bar, walked over, and sat down uninvited across from her. “You are one fine lookin’ woman,” he said with a grin, setting his glass of beer down heavily and sloshing a little over the rim onto the table. “Finest I ever seen. It oughta be illegal for someone to look so good.”
Gemma looked up from her notepad and frowned slightly, a little perturbed by the disruption. “That is the finest pickup line I’ve ever heard,” she replied, the heavy sarcasm in her voice making him flinch a little. “The grammar in it should be illegal.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a toy police badge, which she set on the table. “As luck would have it, I’m a member of the grammar police, and I say it is illegal. I’m afraid I’m going to have to fine you for it.”
“What? Fine me? For bad grammar?”
“You can do that?”
“Well, what’s the fine,then?”
She looked him up and down for a moment. Aside from the bad grammar, he seemed attractive enough. “How about dinner?”
Mac blinked briefly in surprise, then smiled. “Fine.”
This short story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday, “fine”:
(quote image is from my Pinterest)
Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt is “door” and to write about a door you walked through this week that wasn’t your own. Of course, as soon as I saw the word “door” the first thing that came to mind was this Lord of the Rings quote and how much I wished that walking out my door would lead me at least once on some great adventure instead of just back and forth to work and whatnot. Not many of the doors I walk through every day are all that exciting at all. Mainly they’re just the doors at work or the doors at the store. Probably the most exciting and somewhat dangerous door is the door at Wal-mart. At least there you have a chance of seeing something worth talking about (i.e. something or someone “People Of Wal-mart” worthy) and can occasionally complain about only going in for one thing and coming out with a cart full stuff. But one good thing was that while stopping by Wal-mart today, the Girl Scouts were set up by the doors selling cookies, so of course I had to get a box 🙂 And I managed to come out of the store with more than I intended to get (but not much more, thank goodness).
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His phone rang, and he looked to see who was calling.
“Her again,” he groaned when he read the caller ID. Didn’t she have anything better to do? Didn’t she know how much he had to do?
The phone rang a few more times as he debated whether to answer or not. Finally, he picked it up and answered it just before it could go to the answering machine.
“Hello,” he sighed.
He listened for a few seconds. “Yes, yes, I know,” he said.
He listened a few more seconds. “Uh huh,” he grunted. “Right. Yes, I understand.”
He listened again for a few seconds. “Yeah, yeah, I know that,” he muttered as he rolled his eyes.
He listened for a few more seconds, then heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he conceded. “Okay, I’ll be right over.” He started to hang up, but the voice on the other end said one last thing, and he replied, “Yeah, I love you, too, Mom.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “his/her(s)”:
Zeke poked his head into the room where Trisha sat at the desk in front of her laptop, her back to the door.
“Dinner’s almost ready, Trish,” he called to her. “How’s it going with the story?”
“Great,” she replied, her hands poised over the keyboard.
“Yeah. It’s coming along just fine. Fine and dandy. Dandy and fine.”
“Yep. It’s splendiferous. Magnificent. Outstanding.”
“In other words, you’re stuck.”
Trisha hung her head. “Yes.”
“Well, maybe a break will help. Come have dinner.”
“Very well,” she replied and, with a sigh, she rose and joined Zeke for dinner.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “in other words”:
Brimming with happiness
Her body swaying
Back and forth
Like trees in the wind,
Humming a tune
Only she could hear,
Without a care
Of who might see.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt: movement
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