Hey there! It’s Friday and time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I’ve been working so hard this week — until 1am some days — so I haven’t been around much, nor have I been doing much of anything that’s fun. So I think it’s about time we had a little extra fun here on SoCS. Don’t you? Here’s your prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “psst, or any other attention-getting noise or word.” Find a word or noise that you’d use to get someone’s attention, and start your post off with it. Enjoy!
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Thursday, November 16th, 6:00pm
Michael (and Wanda)
Michael sits at the window, reading a book. Wanda takes the seat beside him.
Wanda: Do you mind if I paint my nails?
Michael:(without looking away from his book) Nope.
Wanda:(takes a bottle of nail polish out of her pocket) Nasty outside today.
Michael:(without looking away from his book) Yep.
Wanda:(singing) Oh the weather outside is frightful. (speaking) Shit. (singing) But the fire is so delightful. (speaking, etc.) Shit. But as long as you love me so. Shit. Let …
Michael:(regards her for the first time) Why do you keep saying “shit”?
Wanda: The bus keeps ruining my nail polish when it goes over a bump.
Michael: So don’t paint your nails on the bus.
Wanda: Mind your own business.
Michael goes back to his book.
Wanda:(singing) Let it … Shit. Let it … Shit. Let it … Shit.
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Tuesday, November 14th, 5:00pm
Drommen (and Hillary) (and Sean)
Drommen sits at the window. Hillary takes the seat beside him.
Hillary: Hi Jake.
Drommen: Hi there, Jessica.
Hillary: You’ll never guess what I saw on the bus yesterday.
Drommen: What was it?
Hillary: A flasher.
Drommen:(frowning) A flasher? On my bus?
Hillary: Yep.
Drommen: How dare he! Flashing a young lady like you! What did you do?
Hillary: I laughed at him. He got off the bus.
Drommen: Huh.
Hillary: I’d heard about him before. A lady on here told me there’s a habitual flasher on the bus. She said his name is Drummin or something. That must have been him.
Drommen: No it wasn’t.
Hillary:(lifts an eyebrow) How are you so sure?
Drommen: Well … um … You said he just flashed you, right?
Hillary: Yeah.
Drommen: I heard this other guy is much more polite. He asks first.
Hillary: (laughing) A polite flasher? Now I’ve heard everything.
Drommen: It’s possible.
Hillary: Riiight. The day I see a polite flasher is the day I change my name to Hillary.
Jade: Oh fuck, me too. I don’t remember nothin’. I woke up on the floor with Richie pretending to be asleep while he groped me.
Kyra: Prick. That’s not too bad. I woke up with your big fat tit in my face.
Jade: No way. Where the hell did we go? I remember walking to the bar.
Kyra: I kinda remember walking home. Next thing I knew I was sitting in some dude’s kitchen, watching him stitch up a cut in his arm. Fuckin’ fucked up.
It didn’t start until I got to the point (or my kids did, rather) that they didn’t need to be held anymore. When my babies were babies, I have to admit I enjoyed being able to put them down. I couldn’t get anything done–they wanted to be held all the time. But then …
As they started to become independent, I cherished those moments when they’d let me hold them. When they were getting bigger–big enough that I knew they’d soon be too big to hold or cuddle in my lap. Or held in my arms.
Time doesn’t stop. Growth happens, and nothing waits until we’re ready to have it happen to us. It’s a skill, I think, to appreciate what we have while we have it. It takes practice to enjoy the moment. To be aware of where we are at any given moment. Because we’re always looking forward or backward. Gotta do this or that, and God, how I regret doing that, or I wish I could go back …
Now, when I have the opportunity to hold my children–two of whom are adults–though those moments are brief, I find myself looking back to when they were small.
The bus stops. The driver and all passengers observe a moment of silence in remembrance of the members of the armed forces who have died in the line of duty.
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