Free Write - Gray Gloves

 

This week the three writers are in two countries, France and Switzerland, communication over the internet. This does not stop them from their Tuesday mornings 10 minute Free Write, something they consider almost sacred. 

D-L's Prompt

"I can't find my gray gloves," Peter said.

Maeve and the three kids, Emily 9, Johnathan 7 and Nathan 3 were by the door in their hats and coats. Maeve held an apple pie that she'd baked to take to her parents.

She wondered if he were delaying going, because he hated going to her parents.

"Let's have a glove safari," she said to the kids as she put down the pie. They fanned out checking under, over and around.

Nathan found Peter's black gloves.

"No, I want the gray," Peter said.

Maeve picked up the pie. "I'm going. You can come or not later." She'd learned how to circumvent Peter's behavior big time.

She would take Peter's car which was behind hers in the driveway.

On the driver's side seat were the gray gloves.

She settled Emily and Johnathan in the back. Nathan, a squirmer, took longer to be fixed in his car seat. 

As she snapped the seat belt, a piece of birthday paper wrapping caught her eye. A card was attached. She read the message:

Love you, Peter

Hope on your 

next birthday 

we'll be together

forever.

M

Mary drove to her parents. Tomorrow she would call her lawyer.

Julia's Free Write

Ah, it almost felt like Spring. After the gray that seemed to last forever – although that couldn’t have possibly been true as there was only rain a few times with heavy snows in the mountains perhaps three times throughout the whole winter.

They were so happy when it was sunny and unseasonable warm. They would probably regret that as well when it rained all summer as sometimes happened.  Never mind that the weather these past few years had become totally unpredictable.

Still, she who had left California all those years ago because she was tired of seeing the sun everyday was now more than happy to bask in its’ Spring rays.

Yes, she would complain this summer when it got too hot – she hated the heat – for now it was welcome.

Hey, even the weather forecaster had said that meteorological Spring had sprung.

So, although she loved her wall-worn leather winter gloves, exchanging them for gardening gloves would be welcome.

Rick's Free Write

It had been a long drive. Too many trucks. Nasty weather. Deviations. It took hours longer than usual.

After they had arrived home, their second home, and unloaded the luggage, food sacks and meds, Roger basically slumped on the couch in front of the TV. Within minutes he lolled his head back and was asleep. The dog crawled up next to him.

He would eventually change positions from the couch to the bed and slept for about 12 hours total.

His dreams were of 18-wheelers and trying to pass them at 130 kph, highly aware when their giant tires slipped across the line into his lane, hoping the edge of the shoulder was not ragged or potholed.

Shoulda travelled on Sunday, he told himself, even in his sleep. The trucks were restricted on Sunday in Europe. But the weather forecast had been for rain and ice on Sunday so they did the trip two days early.

The 632-kilometers were getting harder. He’d soon have to get a medical to keep his license. If he couldn’t drive, there was always the train.

The dog has never been on a train. They have a carrier for him, which they use as a grocery cart.

Won’t need driving gloves on the train.