I was out in my garden in the dark of the night,
pulling weeds in the pouring rain, while dressed
in my pajamas and wearing only one shoe.
It didn’t seem to bother me in the least that I was getting drenched,
and while one foot was warmly ensconced in a fleece-line rubber rain boot, the
other was ankle-deep in icy mud. However, upon awakening this morning, my first
thoughts were, “Where the hell was the other shoe?” and “Why would I have such
a strange dream?” Then I remembered…
It was that damn Nicky with her diabolical “30Minus 2 Day Writing Challenge” and today’s prompt just happened to be… “the
other shoe.” I had been feeling guilty about
how I’d been remiss in getting a post done for her in a few days and fearful
that she would soon be “raining” her wrathful self down on my sorry (size 4)
ass. Being a recovering Catholic, an
oxymoron if there ever was one, I naturally had to assuage my guilt by doing
penance, thus the pulling of weeds in the cold and rain with one foot sinking
into the mud no doubt on its way to a fiery hell.
To add insult, it didn’t even rain last night –
and I’m sure Nicky had something to do with that, too!
It's not too late for you to join the writing insanity. Click the link above, pick a prompt, then post your piece on that day. You'll meet some fun people.
It's not too late for you to join the writing insanity. Click the link above, pick a prompt, then post your piece on that day. You'll meet some fun people.
