you have one month to get your costume ready!
you have one month to get your costume ready!
When my grandfather, James, died, sadness abound throughout the community. He was 92 years young. Everyone knew and respected him. He always showed up at the right time to be of help. He knew a little about everything. Need help with building a chicken coop or laying block, Grandfather James knew how to build or help with them. Nearly everyone called him Gramps.
In 1915 when Gramps was twelve years of age, his father, Silas, was teaching James how to chop wood. This was a chore that had to be done yearly as wood was the source for heating the house and cooking. This was always the man’s job. Cut the trees, haul them to the shed that stood to the back of the property. Next came chopping the tree into fireplace sizes. Other pieces were needed to fit into the oven to use for heating the stove and oven. It was not easy for men or women back in those days.
Most serious of using an axe is that you could whack your leg open and nearly loose the leg. Gramps had done severer damage to his hands as a young boy when he was being taught. The chopping axe has two very sharp edges on both sides.
One day Gramps leaned the axe upside down against a tree. When he saw it was falling over, Gramps reached for it and it took off all the fingers on one hand. Since it could cut wood, it could take off fingers very easily. Gramps had to learn how to do many things differently without fingers on the one hand. He learned a very important lesson that day about being careful with farm tools.
Gramps was always a little ashamed of what he had done thus not showing many people his mangled hand. His little granddaughter saw it once, and from then on, she was always looking for his fingers. She figured they were laying around someplace and one day she would find them. She wanted to be the one to give them back to him.
When Gramps was lying in the casket, her mother was holding her so little Sally could view her Gramps. She asked her mom to move his handkerchief so she could see if he had found his fingers. “Nope, not yet,” said little Sally.
The preacher doing the speaking to the bereaved people asked if anyone had anything to say about Gramps. Little Sally ran up front and told them about her Gramps losing his fingers and if anyone found them to please dig a hole close to where Gramps was buried and put them in the hole so they could help her Gramps if he had to do some wood chopping where he was going.
The preacher told little Sally that everyone would be on the look out for them and she could be seated so anyone else who wanted to speak, now would be the time. Everyone thought little Sally had said enough.
The preacher said a prayer and then invited everyone to have a plate of finger foods in the luncheon room.
Little Sally heard that and started screaming. “No, no, don’t eat the fingers; they might be Gramps.”
That set a whole different tone on the luncheon but they all thought little Sally had made her point
Fiction Author: C.G.Rose Words 564
The first wedding I was in, I was only three. A beauty, they all said of me. I just looked up and smiled. A little flower girl in a puffy dress of which most attendants knew me. The ladies whom I knew received a hand delivered petal. The ladies thanked me and giggled. The other ladies had to pick one off the floor. They thought nothing of it if they did not get one.
My parents gave me everything I wanted. We were not a family of means but I was an only child. They put me in dance class, piano, and acting classes. My favorite daily wear was jeans and a shirt with holes so getting dirty with my friends never bothered my parents. One of my friend’s parents had a farm with all kinds of animals. My favorites were the pigs and chickens.
I never met a stranger. That was good for me because my first job was waitressing. Sweet smiles and friendly hellos brought in better tips. My parents didn’t want me to work but before I graduated high school but I wanted a little work experience. I promised it would be only during the summer break. The three months went really fast. I had saved $712.00 for future college costs.
During my freshman year in high school, I became interested in fashion designing. My mom had taught me how to sew when I was in my teens. In my senior year I entered some designs of women’s clothing in a contest. Some of mine were chosen so the company wanted me to draw twenty more and bring at least two already made to New York by the end of my senior year. That kept me busy. My mother would be going with me. She was so very proud of me but I felt that I was the lucky one to be their daughter.
I designed and made a one-of-a-kind prom gown. I would smile and thank my school mates for their compliments. All my clothes for my senior trip were also handmade but looked like purchases from the high-priced store.
I used all my spare time to work on my drawings between my studies in my senior year. I could travel the world once I got my business started. I wanted my studies to make my parents proud.
I was also interested in architect. In a way they both went together since they were both designing. One of cloth and the other of lots of visions with pencil and paper. Wood, and other building materials would come later. I also loved looking through books with so many different buildings, theaters, etc.
I wasn’t interested in boys when I was in college even though 99% of the students in the architect class were men. After two years in that class, a new student started his third year and something happened. He was very smart and he helped me with a few angles on one of my projects. He told me his father was a carpenter and taught him how to read a ruler and how to figure how big a building should be to make it work for its intended use.
I found Charles very comfortable to talk with or to hang around. He was always a gentleman. We started out just going to the park and chatting. Sometimes an ice cream cone on a warm evening was enjoyed. Over time we both got our architect credentials and got our diplomas at UCLA.
As time went on Charles and I continued to date. Soon Charles and I decided the time was right for us to get married so we could start out together with our business and life. For business purposes, Carrie decided to keep her maiden name.
Carrie had a girlfriend, Donna, from her high school days who already had earned her architect degree and was looking for someone to go into business with her as it was too much for one person. Carrie and Charles talked it over and decided it would work after the terms for partnership were discussed.
Donna had been engaged to marry Tom, a long-time boyfriend, but she found he was not faithful nor would he be faithful in the business. Donna was hurt but felt it best to call off their wedding plans and exclude him from any business deals. Tom was very angry with Donna and vowed to get even with her.
Tom hired a person to throw acid into the face of Donna. As Carrie and Donna were standing near the entrance to one of Donna’s building, the person with the acid threw the acid into the face of Carrie by mistake. Carrie’s face was scared forever. After lots of healing and surgeries, Carrie could see dark figures and perhaps Carrie could get transplants one day. Her face most likely would stay scared all her life.
Charles insisted they continue with their plans to be married, not because he felt sorry for Carrie, rather because he loved her so much.
In the believe that God is a part of everything beautiful, Charles and Carrie invite you to witness their union, hand in hand for their wedding vows.
Carrie says to Charles. In my mirror I see not me. Please look at me, what do you see? When I look I see not, I feel, I cry. Is that what you see in me?
My precious wife. Your mirror shows me what you used to be. I will always love you till death do us part.
Fiction Author: C.G.Rose 937 Words
I was orphaned at three years of age. I don’t remember my family or the accident that took them from me. Fortunately for me, my Poppa’s brother, Uncle Pete, had a large family who was more than willing to take me to raise as one of his own. Uncle Pete and his wife, Betty Sue, had 9 other young’uns. Would they even notice that one more plate was needed at the table?
Patty was just 2 months older than me so I had a real playmate for many years. Patty had red hair, I had blonde; both had long pig tales and freckles. We were the same size, with the same likes, especially fire burning garbage in the old rusted barrel.
Another special cousin was Sam, Patty’s brother, who was 9 years old when I moved in with his family. He looked after me better than he did his little sister, Patty. I’m sure he was told to because I had always lived in the city. At three years of age, I didn’t know anything about country living. Sam was rather small for his age but he was smart and could run like a gazelle. He taught Patty and me how to place our feet so we could run fast, too.
Every day after dinner, Momma B would have the older girls wash, dry, and put away the dishes. Momma B would always have the papers and burnable items stuffed into a peck basket and placed by the kitchen door.
It was Sam’s job to take the items to the barrel to burn. Any wood item had to be put aside until there was enough to fill the barrel. It was either paper or wood: never both at the same time. Everyday Sam let Patty and me go with him. We were to never tell or all of us would get in trouble. We could always watch but never participate. Soon we self- taught the steps in which to properly burn the trash. Neither Patty nor I ever let him know that we were watching and learning all about fire starting.
I had never seen anything like this. I found it so exciting. The sparkle wasn’t only in the barrel but also in our eyes. Sam had never taken Patty to a burn either. Strict rules set by his parents only allowed an older brother with him if the barrel would be overly full.
When the basket was filled for the day, Momma B would call out to Sam and hand him a book of matches. It was that book of matches that held the magic! Not that rusted old barrel. It was the sound of the match rubbing against the strip at the bottom of the book and listening to the sound of ‘SHWISH’! I always watched so closely as to how that sound was made, just by two items being rubbed together. I could never actually catch the moment it happened. This went on for nearly six more years.
Patty seldom said a word while we were watching this magical show. I was always full of questions. “WHEN!? When, Sam, are you going to let me try to be magic?” Sam assured me I would have to be at least ten. Perhaps on my tenth birthday! I had two more years to try to figure out just how those two things would work together. Maybe if I got a little closer. Sam always made me get back though. He was taking no chances with maybe an ember getting me. Then the truth would be out that I was where I should not have been. Then I’d never know how those matches started fire! I could never let that happen!
Finally! It was my tenth birthday! I was to do the honors! As my cousin handed me the matches, I felt energy and power surge through my entire body. My heart began to beat faster, my mouth felt dry as I opened the matchbook and tore one match away from the rest. The air around me grew still. There was no sound except my heart beating and my own breathing.
Right there in my hands, I was nearly stiff as a board. I heard it, ‘SHWISH’!
Sure enough, one of the pieces of butcher paper had ignited. Small, blue flames danced along its edges, licking at the newspaper next to it. Success was mine! I had crossed over to another side of life. ‘I WAS A FIRE-STARTER’! That night I went to sleep in a ‘rage of glory’. Now all I had to do was to wait until I was older to live the rest of my dream.
One day I was going to be the ‘FIRE QUEEN’! I would hold the keys to the city! I would represent POWER! RESPONSIBILITY! RESPECT! One day I would be the captain at the fire station. One day I would ride in the fire truck down main street on July 4th.
Fiction Author: C.G.Rose 852 Words
TIP: He who strikes match most likely get fingers burned!
The sky was cloudy, otherwise, the day appeared to start off being within the normal realm of things. Kay had a good night’s sleep, heard the alarm with the first buzzer, made the bed, took a shower and still made it to the airport on time for her early morning flight; Naples, FL to Bal Harbour, ME. It was an eleven-passenger seater. Kay preferred the smaller planes as they have far less drama. Most professionals prefer the smaller ones for the same reason.
The ride was very smooth and quiet. After a couple of hours, you could see the thrashing of the Atlantic Ocean against the many boulders that lined the city with the ocean. They were all elated to get there without incident. All of a sudden, they were in the middle of a thunderous storm; rain beating against the plane and wind nearly flipping it sideways.” “This is the Captain. I have an emergency message!”
All ears came to attention. A few maddening screams from two overwhelmed women were heard. The screaming women were sitting directly to the front of Kay, an older woman who always drank too much. Their screams were more nerve-wracking than the Captain’s announcement! “PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! stop the screaming! I have an important life-saving message for each of you!” Kay sat back into her seat without saying what she had intended to say to the two screaming women.
The Captain said due to the storm, they would have to bend over and hold on to our seat. When Kay felt the bulky hands of the overweight gentleman sitting next to her, (no, he was not a gentleman), on her behind, she yelled at him, “Hey jerk, get your hands off my ass! The captain means our seat where we were seated.” That jerk said, “So sorry lady, but I cannot reach that far behind my seat, so would you reverse places with me?” “Kay said, “in your dream!”
Kay told that Captain, “Just hang on with your announcement as this overweight man next to me needs to go slap the crap out of those two women, so they will be stunned enough to stop screaming.” The overweight man said, “Hang on young lady, I’m not going to slap anyone.” Kay replied, “Well then, I will just have to slap the crap out of you. They have to stop acting as if we are going to crash and die.” Kay didn’t think he wanted to mess with her any more than he already had, so he continued into the aisle. The women were dumbfounded and stopped screaming. Too bad he had never heard of the 5th amendment.
The Captain then continued with his message, “All the controls are in locked mode. All communications are out. We are 42 miles from the airport with only enough petrol for 30 miles to get us to where we will be safe. The headwind is pushing so hard that we can’t make any headway. It appears we will have to crash land.” The screaming started again! Kay took another swig from her bottle of Jack Daniels. Not everyone could hear all the Captain had to say.
Kay had a rather odd feeling about what was going to happen. She was not alarmed at all. If this was the end; then it was to be.
Suddenly, Kay, the older woman who was about half looped, jumped to her feet and yelled for everyone to have an alcoholic drink! It will help ease the thud of the landing. The Captain asked her to sit and please be quiet.
Quietly, a rather tall man, near the front, stood with a slight bend, almost as if in pain, spoke very softly and slowly. His collar was white with a white cloak. He had the appearance of ‘a man of God’. He had every one’s attention. He said, “None of us know why catastrophes happen. This is not a catastrophe and most likely will not be. It is only a problem at the moment. I am sure that all of you are reliving parts of your life.
Loved ones, friends and incidents are passing through your mind in utter confusion. Some are castigating themselves for things undone or statements made. Kay interrupted the cloaked man by saying, “I sure wish I had told the screamers what I started to. Do you mind if I do now?” The white cloaked man paid her no attention and continued on with, “May I suggest that we all look at life from an unusual perspective at this time.” He seemed at ease and very peaceful.
Kay was thinking, “I have been on this flight many times with many different pilots. This one seems to be somewhat rattled more than most”. Panic struck at the heart of everyone! Kay felt the need for another swig from her bottle.
Everyone straightened up and stared toward the flight deck. The cloaked man continued, however, he sounded like the Captain’s voice. “I tell you this because I will be making some odd maneuvers as I look for a hole in this storm. Our best bet is to find the coast and visually follow it to the nearest airport. I will leave the door open so you can talk to me, as you get disoriented in a storm at night and I will be concentrating, so try to keep your comments to a minimum.” Kay knew something was different because now the white cloaked man was the pilot.
“I would like for each of you to listen to me and think of nothing else except what I am saying.”
He had everyone’s attention. “What if this plane never came back to earth? What if we kept going up and up and landed on another planet? How would we survive? Let us get to know each other and find out how we would fare. He pointed to a man and asked his name and his talent.” I’m Jim, a roofer,” “Wonderful”, said the Padre. We can use you, to keep the sun or weather off us.” “By the way, they call me, Padre Didit.” Kay wondered who ’they’ might be. “And the lady back there, your name please.” “Sunie, I’m a McDonald’s chef.” “ We are doing well,” said the Padre, “and how about you as he picked out an-older-gentlemen”. “Bill, I am in banking. I work at McDonald’s drive thru. You can’t get the food without paying me first.”
And so, it went until all eleven passengers had presented their credentials. Padre Didit rubbed his hands together. We have skills enough on this plane to start a country. Our forefathers did it with a lot less.”
The tension lessened when suddenly a searchlight beam shot through the storm just forward of the plane. The pilot shouted, “We don’t know where we are but our friends ‘above’ know where we are.” “I believe that is the light at the tip of the Merrimac River or the light at the end of the tunnel. If it empties into the Atlantic. I am going to drop down and circle until we see the coast.”
“There it is!” squealed a lady who was sitting near the Padre. She grabbed at the Padre. She had been nipping some of Kay’s Jack Daniels whiskey .
The plane was full of smiles as the Captain turned south following the coast. Everybody was talking to their fellow passengers as if we had known each other for a lifetime. And we had.
The runway nearest the coast had been reserved for us. With touchdown, angelic voices rang out!
We chatted as we made our way to the exit. No one had given his last name and yet for a while we were a close-knit family. Kay, being the last passenger off the plane accidently unlocked her suitcase as she handed her case to ER, the person waiting for her. At that time a half-empty Jack Daniels bottle rolled out of the suitcase and across the tarmac. Nobody made a move to save the bottle of Jack Daniels. ER kept walking as if he had not seen a thing.
After waiting for some time for the Captain and Padre Didit to come off the plane, it was apparent to everyone that the captain and the white cloaked man were not on that plane but were apparitions getting themselves ready for another journey for some passengers on another flight.
The best pilot ever had brought us closer to make it the best day on this planet! There will be no fallen rose petals on this plane today.
Fiction Author: C.G.Rose 1383 Words
As a young boy, Howard McFadden always dreamed of being in the Army, just as his father and grandfather. Howard’s family traveled with his parents to many countries, but Howard wanted to return to the United States so he could be in his high school ROTC program and continue on to West Point. After four years of studying, he went into the Army following his father and grandfather. Howard was living his dream. He hoped to get in thirty years so he would have a nice retirement for his future.
On his first leave home, Howard met the love of his life, June Blevens, at a 4th of July party. They could not keep their eyes off each other. They promised to keep in touch when he had to return to base. The many letters written by each deepened their love for each other.
After nearly a year before another leave could be attained, Howard and June decided they wanted to be wed. With not much time for his leave, they decided to marry in June’s church with only family in attendance. After a three-day honeymoon, Howard had to return to duty. June continued to live with her parents until she could find a small place to set-up housekeeping.
Howard and June McFadden wanted to start a family before his next tour of duty in the Army would be over. When they had been married for five years and still no baby, they consulted the help of a specialist and found that Howard had a very low sperm count. It seemed adoption was the answer to having a family.
After much talk of adopting, June agreed to find the necessary resources that she and Howard would have to have in place when he returned home from his third tour. They were hoping the tour would not be more than a year.
Much to their dismay, shortly after Mr. McFadden left for his tour, Japan bombed Hawaii, which started World War II. June wrote to Howard nearly every day. Sometimes it would take three weeks before Howard would receive her letters.
June felt so lonely because the time for Howard to send replies to her letters seemed an eternity. She had so much to tell him. After Howard was gone for three months, June started feeling sick to her stomach nearly every morning. The morning sickness went on so long, June felt she should make a doctor’s appointment to see if is was just nerves from worrying about her husband.
June did not believe what the doctor was telling her. How could this be possible; after five years of marriage and nothing but disappointment. Even being so excited at the news, June decided to not tell her husband the good news right away, just in case the doctor was wrong.
As time went on, June’s doctor informed her that she was definitely expecting a baby. Not just one, but two!
June now sent a long letter to Howard telling him of the news and when they were due! However, before Howard could get a furlough, the identical twin boys were born. At five months old, Howard sent word to June that he would get a one-week furlough and at that time both parents would be involved in naming the babies. Howard was as excited as June. The boys would soon think their names were first and second if they were not called by their future given names!
After much consultation dealing with names, they decided on naming the first-born Casper and the second one Connor, names that were not already in the family. Howard could not have his arms empty, always holding one or the other, not knowing when he would be able to see them again because of the expanding war.
The night before Howard was to report back to duty, Howard and June sat up nearly all night discussing a move to a state where the boys would be able to get a good education. They also wanted enough land so the boys could run and play, climb hills and trees, play in creeks, camp in the wild and learn survivor skills. June was anxious to get started on a house-hunting project.
Tensions caused by the war news were not helping the nervousness June was feeling. The boys were nearly four years old and could not remember anything about their father because of their young age when he saw them. They were asking lots of questions. “Do we have a daddy?” they asked.“Where is he?” “What does he look like?” “When will he be coming home?” June would always get pictures to show the boys and tell them how proud he was of them. Soon their father was not talked about for some time because they were kept busy going with their mom to look for new places to live.
June and the boys traveled every week-end to some northern states that have small towns with a low population to look for land with a house that was for sale. When they came to a lovely small town named Mosquitoville in Michigan, they found an older house that had been well kept with ten acres of land. After walking the land and checking the house for any damage, they all agreed it was what they wanted during the time their father was still in the Army. The land included a small running creek to the back of the property and lots of trees. June could already envision a tree house and a fort. Perhaps in a year or two they could get a small piece of ground readied for a garden. The boys were always ready to learn new things.
After signing papers, getting the loan, and informing the twin’s dad, the time for the move would take another six weeks. Everyone was excited, so the boys helped with packing their belongings.
On the day of the move, June made the boys promise they would never go to the creek without one of the parents with them. They promised and also promised one would tell on the other if either disobeyed. The movers came and soon June and the twins were on their way. The trip would take about eight hours. All were overjoyed as they sang all the way there. The twins could hardly wait to explore what awaited them! The boys kept making up things they would tell their father the next time he could get home. Then they would show him the many trees with the tree house and fort that would be built before winter; then of course, they would show him the water hole, as they called it.
When the furniture arrived at the new house, June instructed the twins to put their clothes away, make the beds, as well as they could, and put their toys in the room next to theirs. After they finished, June gave them boundaries as to where they could ride their trikes. There was a drive beside the house that ran to the end of the property. They could only go a short way down the drive and then turn back toward the house. June went with them the first time so she could mark the turn-a-round point with a block. What fun they were already having! June stood watching them with a big smile feeling good that now she did not have to worry about any city traffic.
During the next month the mornings were cooler, so, while June was busy getting furniture placed where she wanted it, she had the boys entertain themselves in the play room. She couldn’t take a chance on the boys getting a cough.
Noon time came: then lunch. Afterwards the boys were allowed to play outside. This was always the most fun time for them because they had so much space to run and play cowboys and Indians, play ball, play with cars and trucks or almost anything their little minds could think of.
On July 10th the twins turned five. They didn’t know enough children to have a birthday party so June planned a picnic lunch, then took them to the water hole for a few hours. June let the twins put on their swim suits so they planned to get their feet wet by wading and kicking the water for about an hour. They got their mom to take off her shoes and tie up her dress to join them. What a fun time they all had! After lunch, the twins were getting tired so June insisted they return to the house.
The following day, June had to make arrangements to get the twins enrolled in pre-school. She had never spoken of going to school so she had them to sit and listen about joining other children their age and learning to read, write, and many other things. She called the school the following morning to see what they needed to do to get the twins enrolled. She took the twins the very next day to enroll them. They were looking forward to the bus rides when school started and meeting other children. They weren’t so excited about going to the doctor and getting the necessary shots!
The newest letter from Mr. McFadden told of possibly getting a furlough near the end of September. That sent them all into a story telling event as to what they would be telling their father. School and their father coming for a visit. OH BOY! That would be better than Christmas!
On August 21, they started the first day of school. The twins were thrilled about getting on a school bus. They were seated together and were shown how to operate the seat belts.
In the class room they first, saluted the American flag. They had already learned the pledge. That was one thing their father wanted June to teach them. They heard many stories about what the flag meant to their father. Next, they had name tags pinned on their clothing and were taught how to pronounce all the other children’s names.
It was near the end of August and warm weather would soon be too cool to go to the water hole so the twins talked their mom into taking them on one more fun day before winter. The twins ran ahead so their mom had to call out to them to slow down and wait for her. They were so happy and laughing out-loud that they failed to hear her. It was a bit slick where they always went in because it had rained two days before. Casper could not stop in time, slipped into the water and hit his head on a rock. He did not get up. Connor ran for his mom, screaming, which his mom could not understand. By the time June and Connor got to the water, Casper was drowned. June tried to get him to breath but to no avail. She scooped him up into her arms and carried him back to the house, sobbing all the way.
Placing Casper on the floor, she then called for an ambulance. He was pronounced dead by the medical team who then took him away. June does not remember how she coped with the disaster, but she did know that Connor needed to be reassured that the accident was not his fault. Connor, with his little mind, was in such shock because he was sure that he could have saved his brother. She had to contact Mr. McFadden and make funeral arrangements. Howard got a quick emergency leave and left the next day to come home for the family and his son’s funeral.
After being in air for one-hour, enemy fire brought down Howard’s plane and he died instantly. What a double heartache for June and Connor! June got through that tragedy with the help of the Army and Connor. She had to continually be aware of how Connor was feeling, therefore, June included Connor in all the funeral arrangements.
June expressed to Connor how she would like to have a double funeral. She thought both she and Connor would have less pain that way. They decided to have them buried side by side in the small cemetery at the edge of town. Connor thought it was wonderful to have them nearby.
June and Connor found life very odd and lonely as Connor had never been without Casper. Nightly, Connor would talk to Casper and tell him of his day, and the rest of the night Connor dreamed of Casper.
One morning, not long after the funerals, June set two bowls of cereal at the breakfast table. Not noticing what she had done, Connor told her it was alright because Casper was always with him. Then he told his mom how he always dreamed of Casper. Then Connor said, “You know something, Mom, most of the time I think I’m not dreaming and some-
thing else, Casper told me he met our father in the cemetery.” June was shocked at Connor’s remark because she, also, was having some of the same thoughts at night.
Connor asked his mom if any of this was possible? June told Connor, “If you want it to be then it probably is real. You know, Connor, sometimes all you have to do is believe!”
Fiction Author: C.G.Rose 2226 Words
Now that my three grown children have made use of their wings, I wondered if I could afford to replace some of my older furniture. “I could certainly use a new couch.” I thought.
“Oooh, That’s pretty.” I remarked to myself as I gawked at the different white sections through the maze of the department store displays, “I really like that.” “May I show you anything in particular?” quipped the sales clerk. Speechless, I pointed toward the sectional, then led the way. He followed obediently as though I had him leashed. Delivery would take place in three days.
Guilt riddled my body every time I thought of parting with my old couch. It had served my family for the past eleven years; above and beyond the call of most furniture. If it could talk, what would it say? “I nearly drowned several times from spilled sodas; nearly strangled on kernels of popcorn and could have suffocated more times than not from the oil in all the potato chips scrunched in my welts.” “I once held my arms as straight as Cupid’s arrow; once held my back as sturdy and staunch as a soldier”.
“Once I had legs that would have put Betty Grable to shame. I never kicked back, cried out, or ran for cover when the pets clawed, chewed, or hiked a leg. I never faltered when bed pillows were thrust upon me, with bodies thrashing around, as if in a plane during a turbulent storm, sometimes stretching my seams as taunt as a birth canal. I was as vulnerable and helpless as the throat of a new-born yak is to a hungry lioness, as I received your punches, jumps and lunges. I gave comfort as I cradled my over-sized pillows around family members even when I was punched in the middle and yanked on my corners being as defenseless as if in the ring with Mohammed Ali.”
The brown, gold, and green stripes had been so pleasing to the eye at the time of purchase. All the pieces welcomed each and every house guest, made them feel at home as it seemed to snuggle a warm ‘hello’ as its soft body embraced them.
I wondered what secrets it would hold back? Would it dare tell me the real story of the one afternoon I arrived home early from work and caught my youngest daughter with her male friend in an interlude? I felt sure that I had just saved her…her…my sanity! That couch had served as a cross between Mr. Rogers and Madonna.
The delivery truck seemed to overflow my driveway as a river does its bank during heavy rains.
With the proper attire, the two delivery men could easily have posed as an entire chain gang. “What the HECK? Are these the right ones?” I questioned eyeing the mammoth new pieces. “If this address is 444 Main Street, then it’s yours, Ma’me.” “Does it look like what you paid for?” growled the man. All I could do was nod.
The used pieces had to be taken from the house first. They were placed along the edge of the lawn near the street to wait for permanent disposal, although I had failed to make the final arrangements for that service. I would later. The new pieces would go in the same places as the old furniture except the new pieces were gargantious!
I looked around. Pride loomed within. This was the first large purchase I had made by myself since my husband and I divorced and the children had left the nest. I felt successful!
Guilt clutched my heart once again as I caught a glimpse of the old furniture. They had been there for nearly three hours; lined along the road, as if waiting for an execution.
An idea struck me. The sign read:
STRONG BOTTOM, STURDY BACK, NEEDS TLC, FREE TO GOOD HOME. Within forty-five minutes I had bid farewell to the final piece.
Author: C.G.Rose 668 Words