“Quick, we’re gonna be late.” Uncle Sal said breathlessly. He grabbed my hand and literally dragged me behind him, my feet barely touching the floor. We got to the garage door and he let me stand. He waved his walking stick and said, “I’ll start the car. You better go pee. Once we start, we won’t be stopping till we get there.”
“OK, I said and started towards the bathroom. “Where are we going?” I hollered over my shoulder as I unzipped.
“We’re supposed to meet your dad in Lincoln at 10:30. It’s already a quarter after.”
“Uncle Sal, it’s not even nine yet! We got lots of time.”
“Yeah, I’m looking at my watch. Did yours melt again?”
“Uh huh, and it slid right off the dresser. The damn hands must have floated around to a different position. I hate it when that happens.”
I finished and zipped my trousers back up. Washing my hands I said, “We can still leave now, if you want. You’re gonna need a new pocket watch anyway. Maybe you should get a gold one this time. The silver ones don’t seem to be working out too well for you.”
Twisting the ends of his mustache he said, “Let’s go then nephew. I like the silver ones though, they go better with my walking stick.” He shrugged his shoulders, took my hand and opened the garage door. We got in his car to head towards Lincoln. We had plenty of time to buy a new watch and still meet Dad.
Freelance Copywriter And Creative Writer
Flash Fiction, Poetry, and Short Stories
Just a different point of view
Bits and Bobs helping people understand the language and process of literature and mathematics. In one place. Math and English in the same place. I know, shocking.
A community for writers to learn, grow, and connect.
Becky Ross Michael: an author's blog
A Wife, My Verse, and Every Little Thing
Home-brewed Prose & Poetry
A Galaxy of Thoughts and Creativity
cheeky, compassionate, quirky: stories, poems
Reinventing the Tagline One Existential Crisis at a Time
To participate in the Ragtag Daily Prompt, create a Pingback to your post, or copy and paste the link to your post into the comments. And while you’re there, why not check out some of the other posts too!
Poetry from a Dublin Scientist
"As we better understand the story, it is likely that its mystery does not decrease; rather it simply grows more beautiful" - Eudora A. Welty
Wrangling literary arts for writers: words for people!
A writing blog by H.R.R. Gorman
Emergency lighting for times of darkness and fear
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
Short, sharp flash fiction
A way to exchange
Santa Cruz Veteran's Poetry Circle
Small Glimpses into Lives, based on heart warming attributes.