Photographer Unknown
I am ready for
Summer to be over
I am ready for
the quiet that comes with long dark winter nights to begin
I am ready for
the world to fall sleep
and for gardens to cover themselves in a quilt of soft dry dead leaves
and dream trouble free dreams
for awhile.
Word of the Day Challenge: Garden
Linda G Hill’s Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!
Let’s just toss this hypothetical work scene situation out there.
Let’ say you have a long commute to work by train and found it was more convenient to bring a week’s worth of frozen lunches to work on Monday instead of bringing something every day.
Not only were you set up for the week, but if you forgot on any given day to bring something, you wouldn’t have to go out and buy lunch- which is problematic in the age of Covid-19 or have something delivered which is an option but if you work in an area where it’s expensive to buy lunch, those delivery fee aren’t worth it.
Now let’s say the weather was pretty hot and hot meal wasn’t appetizing so you didn’t tap into your lunch stash for a few weeks and when you did…
You find out one of your coworkers not only scarfed your groceries it looked like he powered his way through the frozen meals that our other hypothetical co-workers who are tele-commuting left thinking that would be there when they come back.
Which can happen at any time now.
To rub salt in the hypothetical wound, this Refrigerator Raider is the same co-worker who when I tried to give him his paperwork one day, pulled his hands to his chest with one small paper bag in his hand said, ” My hand’s are full ” and then he did this little twirl and literally flounced out of the room…
Which meant I had to follow him as he literally pranced away from me and deliver his paperwork to his work station. I should have tossed it in the shredder, but I was desperately trying to be professional at this point,
I figure I fed this hypothetical person for over a week.
Under any other circumstances I would let it go. I mean, if you’re in a pinch and you’re hungry and I have extra food, Hell yes I’m going to help you out.
But if you are a glib little twerp why the hell ( hypothetically) should I?
Do I brush it off, should I brush it off?
I’m thinking no.
Hypothetically
The Word of the Day Challenge : Soupcon
Being wicked tastes like peaches
maybe a slice, maybe two
entombed in a can
with to much sugar
and a few tiny shards of it’s bitter pit
swimming around in the darkness
waiting to meet your tongue.
Putting My Feet In The Dirt August Prompt#20- He Was a Whistling Wonder
Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com
If there is a dark road
he will find it.
If there is a dark road and one night you find yourself stranded on it
because your car shut down all on it’s own
he will be on that road
and you will see him walking towards you, like he was expecting you.
You will probably think he’s smiling.
In a panic you will not be able to find your phone and you won’t be sure you locked
your doors
because doesn’t your car do that for you? Didn’t you hear the locks click after you
started the car
you did, didn’t you?
Where is your phone? Where is it?
By the time he is almost close enough to touch the hood of your car
you will running circles in your head
and as he reaches your side of the car just when he could simply reach out and touch
the door handle
you will see that the buttons on his worn denim jacket are all red.
The buttons will glow like little embers in a dying camp fire and he will be whistling, not
a tune, not a random collection of notes but he will sound like the wind stirring through
dry autumn leaves scurrying around an dark road- like the one you are on
all alone
trapped in a car that died all on it’s own.
And as he passes by you, just as he reaches the rear bumper
your car will start all and you will see that your phone is exactly where you
left it , right there
on the passenger seat.
You will grab your phone and then you pull away from him and zip away as fast as you
can.
You will see him in your rearview mirror there on the road
a dark figure, a shadow of a man
growing smaller
and you will feel your heart pounding in your chest, a cool river of sweat will run down
the back of your neck
and you will hear him whistling in your head
long after
you think
you’ve left him behind.