Do you make your bed every morning? An unmade bed, made a great prompt for this week's free write.
D-L's Free Write
Peter stared at the unmade bed.
3 p.m. The bed was always made at 3 p.m. Greta was a little OCD.
At 3 a.m.the bedroom had been filled with two ambulance men, the oxygen tank, the stretcher.
He was exhausted from sitting waiting, waiting.
They had bought the duvet cover at Ikea and eaten in their restaurant. He'd eaten Swedish meatballs: Greta had salmon.
Their two sons, one at university and one in the arm, had been conceived in that bed.
How many times had he and Greta made love there? How many talks? How many times had they fallen asleep, back to back, afraid to continue the fight?
The bed had been Greta's parents, an antique. She had loved antiques.
He could barely keep his eyes open. He wasn't used to being awake over 24 hours.
He looked at the unmade bed. Closing the door, he went to his older son's former bedroom, now a guest room, laid down and closed his eyes.
Alone.
D-L, https://dlnelsonwriter.com, is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504
Julia's Free Write
After the cocktail party and his 100th jibe, she started seriously considering bashing his head in on the rock wall behind their bed. Then it was thoughts of how blood would not even be apparent on the sheets.
Just in time, she remembered the red heart cushion that he had offered her on Valentine’s Day.
Will she ever tell him of her thoughts?
Julia has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends. Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/
Rick's Free Write
After rocking, rolling, sliding and shaking for several hours on the night train from Paris, he was glad to be back in his own bed. In fact, arriving in the early morning hours, he dived directly under the duvet. The dog, though somewhat confused, snuggled up next to him.
He finally awoke when the church bells chimed at 10:30, the ‘get your butts in the pews’ signal. He lolled in the soft bed for another half hour, reading, before the 11:00 ‘last chance’ church bells.
By then the dog was becoming agitated with all this laziness, harassing him to get up and get him something to eat.
Where was his wife? He called out. No answer. Probably out in the village, having tea and people-watching at the corner café.
Another five minutes? The dog wasn’t having it. He was barking orders now. So he tossed off the duvet, gingerly got up, testing his back for pain, and staggered toward the kitchen.
Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.
Where was his wife? He called out. No answer. Probably out in the village, having tea and people-watching at the corner café.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment