For NovemberNotes Day 19 the song is “Midnight” by Coldplay. I’m combining with Bikurgurl’s Week 46 #100WordWednesday Photo Prompt.
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The line at Starbucks was long and Seamus kept screwing up people’s drink orders. He couldn’t handle being on cash, making people’s specific drinks, and having his manager, Brian, berate his efforts. It was only his second day on the job.
Seamus needed to make extra money to supplement his student loans and buy a few presents for his family and girlfriend, Heidi. At the end of his shift he hoped he would be allowed back to work tomorrow.
He prayed that when he finished today and arrived home in an early twilight’s pitch-black, Heidi would be there with Chinese take-out. He dreamt about the lights from their Christmas tree gleaming as they talked about their respective terrible days and future hopes and dreams.
“In the darkness before the dawn
In the swirling of the storm
When I’m rolling with the punches, and hope is gone
Leave a light, a light on
Millions of miles from home
In the swirling, swimming on
When I’m rolling with the thunder but bleed from thorns
For November Notes Day 15 the prompt song is “Headlights” by Dave Barnes. I’m combining the prompt with Bikurgurl’s Week 48 #100WordWednesday Photo Prompt. Also combining with Lillian from #dVerse Poet’s Pub Quadrille Prompt including the word visit in some form.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday.
Hungry! Need food. Opening the fridge door I notice the shelves are empty. I sigh agitated, but leave my apartment, renting one of the bicycles nearby. I’ve half of a grocery list on my phone at least.
Walking inside the store I wrench on a cart out and begin shopping for fruit. I mutter to myself checking off the items on my grocery list and adding others.
“Ouch,” I hear, “Nice aim.”
I gaze up from my phone. Crinkled azure eyes, mussed brown hair, and a killer smile greet me. I blush when I notice he’s checking me out, rubbing his injured shin.
He holds out his hand while standing up. “I’m Ryan. Nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand. “Sherise. Sorry, about your leg.”
“Oh, I’ll live,” he grins. “Do you want some company? I’ve just got to pay for the milk. Wait here.”
“You don’t have to, if you don’t want.”
A grin with crinkled eyes. “I want to.”
Five minutes later Ryan is back, pushing the cart. He makes jokes as I fill it with my grocery items. He insists on driving me home, placing my rented bike in the back of his SUV.
I smile now thinking back. That day had been the beginning of us.
Thanks to Bikurgurl for hosting #100WordWednesday August 9, 2017.
Lacey shook out her golden hair. Deborah eyed her daughter,” We’re here Lacey, this is where you’ll find out your vocation.”
“But I don’t even know what I’ll wear tomorrow. I’m not even sixteen.”
“The judges decide. Since long ago, each consecutive group of them provides citizens with the right jobs.”
” I’ve many interests. Not one.”
“Life isn’t fair, Lacey.”
Deborah smoothed her skirt down three times.”They don’t know your thoughts. But the rigorous testing you’ve done, your DNA, genetic lineage, your social interactions, and other scientific data guides the Judges.”
“But you said they don’t know my thoughts?”
“They’re not going to ask for your opinion. They know.”
“That’s the problem, Mom. There’s more than ‘knowing.’ There’s that feeling that tells you your purpose deep down.”
“They Judges don’t consider feelings or emotions. They don’t see people beyond their job skills.”
Deborah shushed Lacey. Her hands trembled. “Whatever they say, Lacey, that’s your vocation.”
“Outcasts don’t last long, your father’s one and that life’s harsh. They’ll watch out for that ‘rebellious spirit’ in you.”
“I can’t keep my true-self masked. I’ll be miserable.”
“No one’s happy here,” Deborah whispered.
But Lacey didn’t hear her. Deborah watched her daughter ascend the ancient silver staircase and knew her daughter would be searching for her father soon.