The Big Decision

This is the time of the month to write a fictional story for the May issue of Portrait of Words, on Jeff B's blog. All the rules are there if you'd like to look them up.

This time he asked us to write about any of the following things. Eccentric middle aged man, large bridge, grapes, blue VW Beetle and a Motel. My story is short this month, as I almost forgot to do it! Why don't you have a go?

All Sean had to do was to go over that bridge, to make some effort and to try to put some of the wrongs he'd done, right.

Something was holding him back.

He was sitting outside the pub next to the Motel where he'd stayed the night and was drinking a small beer.

His blue Beetle was parked nearby. Ready for off.

Ellie -Mae was waiting for him. She'd been waiting for him for three years.

The trouble was, he was a rover, unable to settle down and he couldn't commit himself to anyone. He'd never been one for the conventional life. He liked to travel and that is what he had been doing these last few years. Grape picking in Italy and taking what work he could find. But mostly just bumming around and enjoying his freedom.

He admitted to himself that he'd let Ellie- Mae down badly and he felt guilty now that he'd found out he'd left her pregnant and he hadn't known that at the time.

Just by chance he'd heard about this from some one he'd bumped into on his travels.

She wanted him back and his little girl, Elouise, was nearly three years old now. He had missed her baby days. He was afraid though.... afraid of the responsibility.

He knew that he was fortunate that Ellie- Mae wanted him back after the way he'd treated her and he wasn't sure whether he felt the same way about her or not. That was the truth of the matter.

So what should he do? Turn round and head back to the country and forget the pair of them? Or get back onto the Motorway and cross that bridge and find them both in the town where he knew Ellie- Mae would be waiting?

Sean drained his glass, stretched and sighed. He would do neither of those two things.

He'd head back to Motel.

Tomorrow was a new day. The decision could wait until then.

Something Moved In The Cupboard!

It was breakfast time and I was in the kitchen getting my cereal. I spied something out of the corner of my eye! Something black that scuttled in the kitchen cabinet. Definitely not a rodent, much to my relief. It was much smaller.

"Harry, Harry quickly, there is something in this cabinet! It has scuttled off quite fast!" I called out to my long suffering husband. By now, I was on a stool peering into the cabinet and removing stuff quickly. "Oh no, it is there again."

"It's a beetle'" Harry said. My thoughts went racing........" Cockroaches, oh no. Maybe we have an infestation." I could picture me having a cockroach problem as well as rodents in the kitchen roof, where I can't get at the wretched things. I was thinking how embarrassing it would be to have both types of pests. "That's it," I thought, "I'm definitely moving."

 

There it was again..... moving so fast that my eyes couldn't focus on it.  Got it! I caught hold of a mug and trapped the intruder under it using the top of the cabinet to keep the creature in.

"I need a card," I shouted to Harry, "Quickly, so that I can slide it over the mug before I get down." Harry brought a sheet of  paper. "No, no, not paper, has to be card so that it will stay in place." I impatiently called out. 

My arm was aching by now. Harry brought a cereal box. I wished I wasn't balanced on a stool while Harry was rummaging around for a card of some sort. I couldn't let the creature go while I looked."There's a birthday card on the dresser, bring that," I wailed in desperation.  He brought a card with a raised motif on it. Was he deliberately trying to wind me up. He was really succeeding.

I ripped off the motif with my teeth and slipped the card over the top of the mug, and carefully removed the mug which now had the creature securely imprisoned inside. 

I got off the stool, keeping the mug upright & the card firmly in place on top.

Harry opened the front door, as the back door was locked as securely as Fort Knox! I moved a long way from the front door so there was no risk of the thing getting back in!

We peered into the mug and saw..................................... a moth!

Crisis over, panic, over, take a pill, calm down! 

It seemed funny, though, after a short while!