Hannah slowly approached the recliner and hopped into the seat being careful not to drop her crutches. “I can’t believe the doctor won’t let me walk on this for two whole weeks. It really doesn’t even hardly hurt.”
Her Mom turned to her and said, “Now is a good time to work on that blog you wanted to do. You will have plenty of time to tend to it.”
“I might as well, all I can do is just sit here with my feet up. I still don’t know how I managed to break my foot walking across the grass.”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #29
Susan liked her job. She had been with the company for five years when an opportunity came up for a job with another company. She currently loved her boss; her clients were great, and she couldn’t complain about her salary and benefits. Yet there was a small voice saying “what if” to her. She would have to say good-bye to her coworkers that she had become friends with. Was it wise to consider this change when things were so good now? Her decision was made when she remembered what her grandmother used to say, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #28
My Dad came from Omaha, Nebraska. And right up to the last trip he took there, he held on to a little bit of what he was raised on… the way the people drive there. I remember my Mom always complained about it. When I got old enough to pay attention to his driving instead of all the different businesses we didn’t have here, I noticed it to. It was a race from one red light to the next. There was no gradual increase in speed, it was stomp on it and GO! Now when he drove here at home, he did a gradual take off from a stop and drove “normally.” I guess he was not doing anything different than all the rest of the Omaha drivers did, he was just going with the flow and following their lead.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #27
She hated her Dad’s basement. It was unfinished with crickets and spiders and a few cobwebs. But she would endure her disdain for 20 minutes to avoid the unknown that was headed their way. The National Weather Service had just issued a tornado warning for their county in Kansas. She didn’t like it but hunkering down in the “dungeon” of a basement was better than possibly facing the unknown strength of the tornado that had been spotted Northeast of them. So, her Dad and her sat and listened to the weather reports on the radio and waited the storm out.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #26
I struggled with what to write for this one. I didn’t know if I wanted to explain how it came from a German origin in the 1500’s. Or if I wanted to tell about how in the past it was a weekly bath for the family… father first, then sons, then mother, then daughters and then last was the baby in the very dirty water – so you almost couldn’t see the baby in the dirty water.
I tried to come up with a comparison I could use in a story, got nothing though. So instead of writing about throwing the good away when you are trying to get rid of the bad… I am just going to say that baby is just too cute to throw out.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #25
Shelia was done with work and headed home. She kept thinking, trying to come up with an errand to run so she didn’t have to go home. She had begun to dread the trip home as her husband’s drinking had gotten much worse, much more and much earlier.
She walked in the garage door and set her purse on the shelf by the door. She didn’t hear anything except the TV on in the living room. She drew a deep sigh and walked into the room. Sure enough, he was passed out in his chair, an empty vodka bottle on the table.
Her first instinct was to wake him up and ask questions and demand answers. She knew now from experience it would do no good. It would just frustrate her, and he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. And it would do no good. Until he admitted he had a problem and wants to work on it; she might as well speak to a brick wall. Besides the more he drank the angrier he would be when she woke him up. She gently placed a blanket over him, turned off the TV and went to the kitchen to make herself a late dinner and cry again tonight.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #24
Sitting at her desk, Jane was reading a book about young romance. She heard the classroom door shut and knew reading time was over. Her teacher stood in front of the class and began to talk about math. It wasn’t long before she heard two boys in the back of the class whispering and start to laugh. Mr. Thompson said, “Mark and Dan, are you going to pay attention or go see the principal?”
The two boys turned around forward in their sears and said, “Pay attention.”
The teacher grinned a little and said, “I thought so. You know you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink; you can send a kid to school, but you can’t make him think. Maybe you two would like to write a paper on that subject?”
The boys both shook their heads no and looked ashamed. Mr. Thompson turned back to the black board and began to write a series of equations.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #22
Buster was hungry. He had been chasing the neighborhood squirrel, digging up a couple of bones and barked at the mailman. He was headed to his porch and a delicious bowl of food. As he walked up the stairs he stopped suddenly. There was someone else at his food bowl. He was not a dog or cat. He wasn’t sure what he was, but Buster was smart enough to think twice before he approached him. There were some mean animals and he didn’t want to be chased. He decided to sit back and wait until the animal was done eating.
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #21
Jennifer sat at the table with lots of papers spread out in front of her. Mark walked into the room and asked, “What are you doing?”
Jennifer took a deep sigh and said, “Trying to figure out my finances. There is a new 401K option at work and I just want to invest it wisely.”
“How many different possible investments do they offer?”
“Basically three. Conservative, moderate and aggressive. And I’ve heard good things about all of them. But I want to pick the right one.”
“Can you split it out over all of them?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I just assumed I had to commit to one.”
“You might want to read further. Most 401Ks will let you diversify instead of being stuck in one program. After all you don’t want your eggs all in one basket. If something goes wrong you lose everything.”
“Good point Mark, thanks!”
Written for Fandango’s February Expressions (FFE) #20