Written for OLWG# 368
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In the pantry, Mandy Spencer-Shepherd snagged an ‘almost’ forgotten package of ‘Birthday Cake’ Oreos that still contained just under half a dozen, stale, and discoloured cookies. She clutched them in the crook of her left arm and headed for the front porch but, detoured for the dregs of a bottle of Ocho Reposado Tequila, her Dad had sent from Jalisco for her birthday.
Mandy had a long wide porch that ran the entire length of the north facing side of her home, where the front door was, then it narrowed, slightly, and wrapped around the west side and ran halfway down that elevation as well. There was a generous sprinkling of Adirondack chairs along both sides of the house. It was easy to relax and the weather was hot, but the shade on the porch made things pleasant. The entire neighbourhood liked to congregate on Mandy’s porch.
It had been a tough morning for Ms Spencer-Shepherd but, she was glad that she hadn’t stood in bed. Or should that be stayed in bed? She hadn’t slept well and had woken when the phone rang. A wrong number but it had still been loud and interrupted her fitful sleep.
“Hello?” she had mumbled.
But, there was no answer.
“Hullo?” she tried again, to no avail. She hung up the phone; rather she thought she hung up the phone but hadn’t, and soon it began making that noise that an off-the-hook landline makes. That noise that sounds like a screaming cat. It was a bad start to a long hot day; that showed no respite for the near future.
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This week’s prompts were:
- pray for rain
- stood in bed
- soiree
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