Today I am linking to In Other Words prompt “Dreaming, afterall, is a form of planning.” Gloria Steinem and to Six Sentence Stories prompt Change
She worked long and hard to make her dream come true. She had been unwilling to make any change in the plans and schedules that she made carefully and in detail every step of the way. Many times she would cancel plans she made with friends and usually didn’t make it home for the holidays, birthdays or reunions. So often she broke dates with the man she loved and hoped to marry that one day he said goodbye and never came back. Everyone thought she was living the dream she worked so hard and sacrificed so much for all those years. But she knew the truth, she was living a nightmare of loneliness.
For over thirty years, she had come to this house twice a week to clean, do the laundry, and cook for the old man and now he was gone. He was a poor old man with no family and what little money he had he left to charity and she was shocked to learn he had left the house and everything in it to her. The house and furniture were old and worn and not worth much, but she sold the house and what things she hadn’t given away Goodwill came and hauled off.
Before she went to the lawyers office for the closing of the sale of the house she and her niece went for a last look around and in the attic they saw a trunk that Goodwill hadn’t taken. It was heavy, but the two of them got it to the car so she could take it home to use as a blanket chest in her room and as a nice reminder of the old man.
Imagine her surprise when later that night after breaking the lock she opened the trunk and found hundreds of old stocks and bonds worth about three million dollars!
(This story is based on fact. I knew the niece of the woman who inherited the house and everything in it…including a beat up old trunk)
I am linking to Six Sentence Stories, the cue is TRUNK
“Honey, you have outdone yourself with this delicious dessert!” “I got the recipe from a skinny little guy while waiting for the bus to go to the grocery store. We got to talking about food and recipes and he said he just happened to have a great recipe for a dessert and he gave it to me.” “Listen, you know I don’t like you talking to strange men at the bus stop or anywhere else for that matter.” ” Nothing to worry about, Darling, it was just a harmless conversation at the bus stop about food.” “Well, I don’t like it, but that guy sure gave you a terrific recipe for apple pie.”
I am linking to Six Sentence Stories the prompt is FALL
One day when I was about three or four years old I told my mother I was going to runaway and never come back because I was mad at her. She said okay and good-bye, seeming not at all upset that I was leaving for good which probably made me even madder. I knew I was going to a field a couple of streets away because it was next door to my boyfriend Joey’s house and I liked his mother and I was pretty sure she would feed me. So, off I went carrying my suitcase with clean panties and jammies in it, my teddy bear, Guy, and a bucket, wearing corduroys and a poor-boy shirt, Buster Brown shoes, and my bathrobe. I didn’t get far before my Big Brudder Bobby saw me walking down the street, and furious with our mother for letting me runaway, he came running and with hugs and assurances that he understood why I was running away he convinced me to return home with him. Later when asked why I was wearing my bathrobe and took a bucket I explained that I couldn’t reach my coat in the closet so wore the bathrobe that was on the bed and the bucket was for me to use as a potty so the weeds in the field wouldn’t tickle my butt.
This true story about me is just one of a myriad of reasons why
I am thankful for my Big Brudder Bobby.
She was about to go in but Jack was coming up the walk so she sat down on the porch swing. It had been awhile since the last time they were together; a long while because of the harsh words that were said back then. Her words were harsh, his were soft and gentle, and oh how they hurt. She had told him being friends was not enough and it hurt too much knowing there would never be more so she wanted him out of her life. All he said was, “I love you, Lizzie, have since I was five, and always will, nothing will ever change that”, then he left. And now here he is sitting on the swing with her; just sitting, close like the best friends they are and always will be.