Free Write Time Flies

As a prompt Julia gave us a quote by comedian Godfrey Just for this Tuesday's Free Write. “Times flies, we stumble.”  We are still writing from two countries: Switzerland and France. Hopefully next week we'll be at the same café.

 Julia's Free Write

She was desperately trying to get it all done: company was expected so the house needed to be given a more thorough clean than usual, although she was a bit on the obsessive side and her cousin would have said “it’ll do”. 

Then the beds needed making making, fresh towels, bottled water and wrapped snacks put in the guest bedroom (o.k. so the bedroom was formerly one of her daughter’s rooms, still it had been improved upon since Amy moved out twenty years ago.)

Then one had to consider cocktails, dinner, breakfast the next morning.

Better get started she thought, her last thoughts before waking up in an ambulance.

“What happened?” she asked the EMT’s

Well, replied a young and rather studious looking medical assistant: to quote someone: “Time flies, We stumble”.

“Hey that’s Godfrey Just’s quote. I just read it yesterday but never imagined that I would be accomplishing it this soon.”

“OK, she’ll be fine. Her memory is probably better than ours” replied the EMT to his colleagues.

 Julia has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/

D-L's Free Write

Emma sipped her tea. A spring breeze snuck across the kitchen table ruffling her paper napkin.

Outside lilacs and forsythia bloomed, creating a wall between her house and her neighbor's.

The house was silent not like when her kids were little. What in God's name made her spit out four kids in three years? That was before she left the church, telling the priest, "If you want me to have more kids, I'll give them to you to raise." She didn't tell the priest that her doctor told her after the twins that she might not survive another pregnancy.

Her kids were now spread around the world: London, San Francisco, Toronto, D.C.

She remembered how she once dreamed of being able to have a quiet cup of tea. Back then, her throat often hurt from screaming at them. In many ways, it seemed like yesterday. Maybe her screams was why she only heard from them at Christmas or on her birthday and maybe not then. 

She heard Lou-Ann, her next door neighbor holler at her kids.

"Don't," she thought, although she would never say it to her. Time is fleeting. 

D-L has had 17 fiction and non fiction books published. Check out her website at:. https://dlnelsonwriter.com Her 300 Unsung Women has just been published and is available on Barnes and Nobel. 

Rick's Free Write

People have long said, ‘Time flies.’ But does it really?

Time is inexorable. It plods. If you stare at a clock, especially one without a second hand, it seems to almost stand still.

I know an artist who thought time went according to his pace – however long he took for the project, that met the deadline. As the rest of the production team swirled around him.

Certainly when you are sleeping, time races by. You fall asleep at 9 or 10 or 12 and next thing you realize it’s 6 in the morning. Except for those nights when you can’t seem to fall asleep. Then time moves at an agonizing pace.

Time flies… when you’re having fun… when you’re totally focused on doing something important… when you are spending precious time with friends or loved ones.

The progression of our personal time is not as consistent as the clock. We rush, and rest. We worry, we rejoice. We stumble, fall, hurt, get up, still hurt, at least for awhile. Healing – whether physical or mental – is only ever partial.

None of us knows how many years, how many months, how many seconds we have left. But we are here now. Seize the time.

Rick Adams, an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, is author of the book The Robot in the Simulator, Artificial Intelligence in Aviation Training.