Friday, May 25, 2012

63. This Is What Family Looks Like

Bags of groceries
Homework on the table
The smell of burnt noodles
Muddy shin guards
Littering the floor
Phone ringing
Legos built
Dog barking
We live in a house
of love

trifecta writing challenge:  a poem in 33 words

Friday, May 18, 2012

62. Mr. Luggage

When I saw him in the airport an hour earlier, I knew he would be on my flight.  I knew he would have all that junk with him and refuse to check it.  I knew he would yell at me for not enough overheard luggage room. 

I just knew. 

I got onboard and did my pre-flight safety checks.  The image of him with all that stuff haunted me.  Please don’t be on my flight, I prayed.     
The flight was overbooked.  All the overhead bins were completely full.  We were just getting ready to shut the airplane door, when the gate agent said, “There’s one more passenger.”  It was him.  Naturally.    
“Is there room for my carry-ons?” he asked, his raspy voice neither confrontational nor pleasant.  “I need to stow these things.” 

I couldn’t tell which way this conversation was going to go.  In a decade of flying, I’d had literally thousands of such encounters.

“Sir, the bins are full,” I replied in my best no-nonsense flight attendant tone, “We will have to check those bags.” 
That is when it happened. 

He let out a yelp, a strange sound I couldn’t quite place, then he dropped to the floor and wept.  I felt 135 sets of eyeballs focus on me and Mr. Luggage.   

“Sir, get up,” I demanded, “I can’t help you if you’re on the floor.” 

He calmly stood up and reached into his back pocket.  I knew he was reaching for a gun, a gun that he’d somehow managed to sneak past security, and that he was going to shoot me for merely doing my job.  A gunshot would obviously mean a flight delay, and if I did not die, I would be fired for causing the delay. 

I braced myself to be shot. 

“This is a photo of Lily, my new daughter I am adopting in China,” he said, holding out a glossy 5x7, “I’m going to get her.”  Big tears slid down his face. 

We made room for his bags.     

a trifecta writing challenge 

Saturday, May 12, 2012

61. Beauty Runs In Our Family

“You look like your mother,” he said approvingly after meeting her.  I wondered if it was a compliment.  He married me, but then ran off with her.  I guess he wanted the original. 

trifecta writing challenge:  33 words, use the word "mother"

Saturday, May 5, 2012

60. We Are So Advanced

I love all the advances we’ve made in technology.  My iPhone, gotta talk to my friends every 10 minutes.  Mapquest, GPS, geesh—so lost without it.  Society is better because of technology.  Yes.    

trifecta writing challenge:  3 truths and a lie (or is it the other way 'round?)

59. I Believe You

You look great.  You always do.  Really.  Stop fussing with your make-up, it’s fine.  It’s a party, for goshsakes, stop obsessing.  I think you might meet “The One” tonight, seriously—you never know.    

trifecta writing challenge:  3 truths and a lie