Home Soon

I answered the phone and right away recognized that raspy voice.  It was him calling from the other side of the world where he was for work; so very far away.  “Good morning babe,” he said with a yawn.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was about four o’clock in the afternoon.  Doing fast time math in my head I said, “Good morning.  Don’t you have to be at work in a half an hour?”

“Nah, I’ve got an hour.  Don’t have to be there until seven today.”

“I’ve missed you.  It is so nice to hear your voice.  I can tell that you JUST woke up by that gruffness in your voice… makes me really miss ALL of you.”

“You know we are going to make up for lost time when I come home next week.  You can have me as many mornings, afternoons and nights as you want.”

“I plan on it darling.  I took time off from work even.  This has been a long six months.”

“Well you know I love you babe, but I have to go.  I promised a couple of the guys from work a McDonald’s Japanese breakfast.  I miss you.”

“I miss you too hon. And love you to the ends of the earth.  Good-bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up the phone with a tear dropping on my cheek.  Told myself this bonus check would be worth it.  And lightly touched my stomach.  “Don’t worry baby, Daddy will be home soon to meet you.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – raspy

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The Long Road Home

I was tired.  My days had been long and my nights way too short.  Driving down the road I was fighting fatigue brought on by the hypnotic view of the white lines on the road.  This was a trip I was dreading.  I had heard from a cousin that my grandma was in very poor health.  This may be my last time to see her and I was determined to make this trip even though I was sleep deprived.

I turned the radio up and began to whistle along with the song that was on.  Well, I say whistle, but the truth is I was only making noise – I’m not very good at whistling. But the music was helping me to stay awake.

My thoughts turned to the reason for this trip, my grandma.  She had been such a big part of my youth spending about half of my summer vacation with her and grandpa every year.  Grandpa had passed six years earlier and Grandma had gone down-hill ever since.  My family was actually surprised she had lasted so long after his death.  They had been together since their mid-teens and pretty much inseparable.  They worked together to build their own house from the basement up.  They owned their own business; he was the worker and she the bookkeeper.  There were not many hours that they were apart.

I passed a sign that told me it was only a mile to the next rest area.  I had to stop and get some caffeine to keep me awake.  I pulled into the parking space as my phone rang.  Putting the car into park I answered the call.  It was my cousin and my grandma had just passed away.  I guess she couldn’t wait any longer.  The trip would now be for a funeral instead of a visit.  I was hurting that I didn’t get to see her, but glad she was finally at peace.  As I walked to the rest area the tears began to form.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – whistle

Looking For An Audience

She sat in front of her computer.  Typing another random blog that only a few would see. She had checked her stats when she first logged on but only saw the same 34 bloggers that were following her.  She had to do something to grow her audience, but what?  She was just a simple writer, poems and blogs about her life; she toyed with the idea of short stories but was not convinced she could do it.  Then someone mentioned a daily prompt she could write for.  She began to do so and as they say, the rest is history.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – stats

What A Day

He was the kingpin of the local steamfitter’s union.  He sat by the lane getting ready for his turn.  He picked up his bowling ball, approached the lane and let the ball fly.  Sure enough, all but the kingpin fell.  Just his luck today.  Earlier he had developed problems with his car and the steering.  His friend the mechanic said it was likely the kingpin.  And his son had called to say he had a skateboarding accident because the kingpin holding together his truck broke.  Some days are just like that.

 

Just a silly little thing I wrote for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – kingpin

The Project

He stood by the desk, slouched over with a bad look on his face.  He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.  Another man approached him and said, “Tom, you look like someone stole your car, what’s up buddy?”

Tom said, “It’s this project.  I just can’t get excited about it at all.  It is just not my cup of tea.”

The man said, “Being apathetic about it isn’t going to make it go any better.  You should just grin and bare it.  It will all be done by next week.”

Tom sighed and said, “You’re right, thanks Fred.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – apathetic

 

 

Another Painful Night

He repeated the words, ”I didn’t have anything.”

She wanted to lie down and writhe in pain, his words stung so bad.  She could see his pupils were dilated, his speech was once again slurred, and she could smell the alcohol across the room.  Did he take her as a complete fool who was blind?  She took a deep breath and said, “I know you’re lying but to talk to you about it now would be pointless.  You might as well go to sleep.”

He let out a sigh but didn’t say a word and got up and went upstairs.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word challenge (FOWC) – writhe

At the Five and Dime

The two store cashiers were laughing.  The supervisor approached them, “You need to be cleaning or practicing aggressive hospitality to get customers to your lane.  The district manager is in the area and may show up at any time.”

Teri said, “You know I already zoned and cleaned my register and there are not many customers.  Can I put returns back on the floor?”

The supervisor said, “No, we already did that.  Just pay attention to the customers, I don’t want to get in trouble for letting you two talk.  Try and at least look busy.”

The two said, “Thanks!”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – district