Free Write - Is it a chair or . . .?

 

One photo, two different ideas on what it might be.

Julia's Free Write

It was another one of “those” dreams; brilliant blue skies, white sandy beaches, palm trees and blue waters.

Almost a nightmare in fact. Now why? She didn’t like that kind of vacation; much preferring rocks and roughness to her beaches. And, actually, mountains had been, and always would be, her first choice.

Camping in the wild was fun young, now she tended to prefer some of the creature comforts a bit more. Still, she was open to the odd “adventure”, i.e. what is currently known as glamping.

In her spare time – now there’s an oxymoron if ever there was one – she read, wrote, took walks.

Again, in her youth and the years of super achievement, she also knitted, sewed and travelled.

She fled heat, never had her head in the sun, so lounging about wasn’t her thing.

But there it was: a custom-made lounging chair, up for sale at a well-known Auction House.

Fortunately, she resisted, keeping only the photo. Perhaps she wouldn’t have had the dreams if she had bought it!

Rick's Fee Write

The carton arrived by UPS truck on a Friday afternoon. It was about 6 feet long, enough to hold a person, and easily two feet, no two and a half feet wide. The sender was an ‘S. Ermaline’ from Bug Tussle, Arkansas.

“Do we knows anyone in Bug Tussle?” MarkBob asked.

“I never heared of Bug Tussle,” I told him.

“It’s not a bomb, is it?” he asked, kicking at the cardboard.

“Sign here,” said the heavy-set deliver driver in the brown shorts and knee socks.

Just in case it was a bomb, we decided not to drag it into the house. In fact, we pushed it down the wooden steps into the front yard. The box split open, and we jumped back.

Inside was something white and red with a bit of metal tubing.

“Pipe b-b-b-omb?” asked MarkBob.

“No, silly. It would have exploded by now when you kicked it down the steps.”

Sticking out was a piece of paper. A card, actually.

‘Dearly beloved. We are sorry to inform you that your great aunt Melanoma passed through the Pearly Gates on February 15th. In her will, she left you her favorite sun lounger. (In fact, it’s where she died.) She hoped you will get as much pleasure laying on it as she did.’

It was signed ‘Sid Ermaline, Mayor and Undertaker, Bug Tussle.’

“Well, Ah’ll be…” said MarkBob.

I was lost for words.

D-L Free Write

Sandra thought if Irena, her mother-in-law, ever wrote a book recommending how to do passive-aggressive behavior it would become the standard.

She gave up telling Jason whose reply was always, "Mother would never do that."

The last thing was a white vase with big red petals, a nice gift if . . . if Sandra had not told her that she hated the color red. That was six years ago, and every gift Irena had given her was red.

"Thank you Irena," she said as she took the vase into the kitchen. She filled it with flowers and very little water. Then she rubbed Mamie's favorite cat food on the bottom of the vase. Back in the living room, she placed the vase on the edge of the cabinet.

Mamie did her job, jumping on the cabinet and nudging the vase until it fell on the floor breaking it into irreparable pieces.

"Oh no!" Irena cried.

Sandra said nothing but thought two can play at this game."

Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She 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 

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