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Cheers – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



Rodney sat at the table with his coworkers. Everyone was chatting and joking, and Rodney made the best of it, pretending to be happy though he really wanted to be anywhere but there. After all, it wasn’t him they were celebrating. No. It was Jake who had managed to get the promotion. Not him.  And here they were, partying to celebrate Jake.

After an hour that seemed like forever, they all raised their glasses. Rodney faked a smile as he joined in when they all shouted “Cheers!”

Finally, the party began to break up and Rodney was able to leave. He stewed with resentment the whole drive home. When he got home, he slammed the front door open and stomped into the living room, where he plopped down on the couch with a long groan.

His wife, Ellie, came to the room. She stood in the doorway, discretely hiding one arm from the doorway. “How was your day?” she asked, even though it was obvious.

“Horrible,” he replied. “I got passed over for promotion. Again. Jake got it instead. Can you believe it? Then they had to have a big old party to celebrate it, and I got dragged along to it. Gah! Can this week get any worse? First, we lost good old Trusty. Then Grandpa got sick. And now this?”

“I know, dear. I know. It’s been a really hard week. And I know how hard it’s been for you to not have Trusty anymore. You’d had him since he was a puppy, after all. And he was a great dog. But, well, maybe this will help? I know they’re usually good to cheer someone up.”

She stepped into the room and set a small dog carrier on the floor. She opened it and two small black lab puppies tumbled out. Rodney watched in surprise as they stumbled across the floor toward him. Slowly, he smiled and he could feel his glum mood lift. He got down on the floor and they climbed over him while he laughed.

“They’re brother and sister,” Ellie said. “I couldn’t stand to break them up. Do you like them?”

“They’re great!” Rodney managed to say between puppy licks on his face. “Thank you, dear. Cheers to you for your smart thinking.”

She grinned and got down on the floor beside him to play with the puppies.

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

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS June 30/18


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No Reservations – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS


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


Grilling – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



It took many long hours and many unsuccessful attempts,  but after finally successfully grilling his mother-in-law for her secret barbecue sauce recipe, Jackson fired up his grill and loaded it up with steaks and slabs of ribs, then went back inside to prepare the barbecue sauce and sides for his Memorial Day cookout.

Meanwhile, Sammy, who was dozing under one of the trees in the backyard, smelled the meat Jackson was grilling and woke up. He glanced around, trying to find where it was coming from, and spotted the grill.

His mouth watering, Sammy looked around again, this time to see if anyone was around. Seeing the coast was clear, Sammy carefully crept towards the grill, just in case someone might spot him.

Sammy stared at the grill, eyes wide at the sight of all the meat. He couldn’t believe the feast he saw. A little drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. Unable to control his urges, Sammy jumped up on the table beside the grill and reached out for a steak.

Jackson came back outside with a bowl of barbecue sauce in hand and spotted Sammy on the table with a steak half-pulled off the grill. “Sammy, NO!” he cried out. “Bad cat! Get down!”

He ran over just as Sammy jumped down from the table, steak dangling from his mouth, and ran across the lawn. Jackson watched in shock as his cat and steak disappeared among the bushes.

This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS May 26/18

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Letters of the Past – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS



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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Yellow Fellow – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS




Bright sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room with its warm yellow glow. Sally, who was sitting at her desk, paused from writing on her computer when a ginger ball of fur jumped up beside the computer and started to walk across it.

Sally sighed, gave the cat a quick pat, then picked it up and set back down on the floor. The cat stared indignantly at her with its yellow eyes.

“I know, Freddie,” Sally told him. “I know. You’re hungry. I’ll feed you in a few minutes, okay? Just let me finish this up real quick.”

The cat blinked at her for a few moments, then sauntered off. Sally stretched in her chair, started to type again, but found she’d lost her train of thought. So she got up and went over to the window. She stared out at the trees of small woods behind her house for a moment, then started to open the window to let in some fresh air. As she did, a small yellow blur moving out among the trees caught her eye. She watched it for a moment, until she realized the blur was actually a small yellow kitten stumbling along among the underbrush.

Sally hurried outside. Freddie watched from the window as Sally ran across the backyard to where the yellow kitten was. Sally knelt beside it and saw it was a very young kitten, not even 8 weeks old yet. It looked dirty and a little underfed. It mewed weakly up at her as she studied it. Sally glanced around, wondering where it had come from and if its mother or any other kittens were near. She didn’t see any, so she picked it up and carried it with her as she searched the woods.

Sally searched for a while, but didn’t go too deep into the woods as she didn’t think the kitten could have come from very far away. But not finding any other kittens or the mother cat, she decided to take the kitten home with her and care for it.

When she got home, she gave the kitten some food and bath, where she found that the kitten was a boy. She decided to call him her “yellow fellow” until she could come up with a more appropriate name.

Once the kitten was clean and well fed, she took him into the living room, where she made him bed from the pillows on the couch and settled him on the floor beside her desk so she could keep an eye on him as she worked. She’d take him to the vet in the morning to get him checked out.

The kitten slept peacefully as she typed away. Fred, the ginger tom cat, who still hadn’t been fed, came into the room and walked over to the desk. He started to jump on it, then noticed the bed of pillows and sleeping kitten. He crept over to it, gave the kitten a sniff, then glared indignantly at Sally with his yellow eyes as if to say, “Why?”

The kitten turned over and started softly purring. Fred sat and watched it for a bit then, slowly, he gave it a small lick on the top of its head. Then he jumped up on the desk and started walking on the computer keyboard again.

Sally sighed. “All right, Fred. All right. Dinner time.”

This post part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “Why/Y”:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS April 28/18


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



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



A Fine Thing – Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS


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”:

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