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Happiness – Tuesday Use It In A Sentence #tuesdayuseitinasentence

As he stood at the altar and watched her walk down the aisle, she beamed a smile at him and he smiled back and wondered, not for the first time, what he’d done to deserve such happiness.

 

 

 

This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “happiness”:

https://stephaniecolpron.wordpress.com/2018/06/19/tuesdayuseitinasentence-happiness/

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No Reservations – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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He sat at the restaurant’s table and swirled the wine in his glass. As he waited for her, his mind drifted back to the conversation he’d had earlier that afternoon with his best friend.

He had been getting ready when Mark had called, and they talked as he got dressed.

“So where are you and Lidia going?” Mark had asked.

“I got us reservations for 5:00 at Michel’s.”

“Wow! You’re really going all out for this, aren’t you?”

“You know it.”

“Really going to do it, huh? No second thoughts? No reservations about your decision?”

“Nope. None at all.”

“Well, good luck, man. I hope it goes well for you.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

He gazed pensively into the wine in his glass. Am I really sure about this? he thought despite what he’d told Mark. I’m not making a mistake, am I?

Lidia walked up to the table, escorted by a waiter, and sat down across from him with a big grin on her beautiful face, and any doubts he had about his decision evaporated.

No reservations at all, he thought with a grin of his own as he slowly began to slide the ring box from his pants pocket.


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “reservation”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 16/18


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Letters of the Past – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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Chrissy and Jason were at their grandmother’s house, helping to clean up the large, old building she’d lived in for the better part of her adult life. They worked while Ellie, their grandmother, supervised them. Then, having finished with the upper levels of the home, they took a break to have a snack and watch a little TV before heading down to tackle the basement. Ellie, though normally fairly spry for a woman in her late 80s, began to feel her age and stayed behind to take a short nap while the two siblings worked.

Chrissy and Jason stood at the bottom of the steps and looked around. They got the feeling they had their work cut out for them down there. The basement was covered in dust and cobwebs and didn’t appear to have been cleaned in years. The wooden shelves along the walls and the small table in the center of the room were so covered in dust, they looked more white than brown. As the two stepped forward to tackle the dusty mess, a mouse scurried across the room from one shelf to another, and Chrissy let out a small shriek. Jason rolled his eyes at her and told her to get to work.

They spent the better part of an hour sweeping the floor and dusting the shelves and all the various things stored on them. As they neared the back wall, Chrissy noticed a beat up old shoe box stored way back on the top shelf. Curious what was in it, she reached up was not quite able to reach it, so she asked Jason to get it for her.

The two of them took the box over to the table and opened it. Inside were dozens of old letters addressed to their grandmother, many of them in ratty old envelopes postmarked from overseas. Chrissy gently opened one and started to read the letter inside, but quickly blushed and put it away. She did notice who the letter was from, though, and  her curiosity was piqued even more. “I think Grandma should see this,” she told Jason.

The two took the shoebox upstairs to the living room, where Ellie was once again awake and was sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Chrissy and Jason sat down beside her and showed her the shoe box.

“Oh, my!” Ellie said as she looked at it and the contents. “I haven’t seen this box in so long!”

“What is it, Grandma?” Chrissy asked. “And who was John? I thought Grandpa’s name was Mitch.”

Ellie read a letter in silence with a wistful smile appeared on her lips. As she finished, tears welled up in her eyes. She looked up at Chrissy and Jason. “John was my first love,” she told them. “These are letters he wrote to me long ago.”

“Who was he?” Jason asked.

“We met when we were teenagers. We were very much in love, and had planned to marry. But he got drafted and had to go fight in the war. He wrote to me as often as he could while he was there, and I looked forward to getting his letters. But then, the letters suddenly stopped coming, and I eventually found out he died in battle. I was heartbroken. I boxed up all the love letters he’d sent me when we were courting and the letters he sent me during the war, and put them away. I would occasionally take them out and read them again, to keep his memory alive. But eventually, I moved on.”

“And then you married Grandpa?” Chrissy asked.

“A couple of years after John passed, I met and married Mitch. I loved Mitch very much, but John has always held a special place in my heart.”

Ellie took out another letter and started reading it. Chrissy and Jason sat silently with her, supporting her, as she relived her past.

 


This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “letter”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 5/18

 


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So Far, So Good – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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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”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 10/18

 


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A Fine Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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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?”

“Yes.”

“You can do that?”

“Yes.”

“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”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 3/18


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A Dangerous Business – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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(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).

 

This rambling post is brought to you by Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 24/18


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Her Again – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS

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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)”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 17/18