Can a Letter Make You That Crazy? Tuesday Tales
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Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "letter".
Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "letter".
“Now, mom had me concerned. Normally, she’s going out
of her way luring me back to ground zero. I’ve turned down home cooking, money,
vacations, you name it. I always had an excuse. I know it appears I harbor
nothing but contempt and frustration for this female who birthed me. However, I
must admit, right here…right now. I love my mother. I will always love my
mother, no matter how weird she becomes. Neither of us can change the past. My
indiscretions, insert heavy sarcasm, more than outweigh the burden of being
Laverne’s spawn. We are at a stalemate in the game of hurting each other. I
realize neither of us have the energy, nor the inclination, to continue
throwing emotional daggers as one another.
Hence my deep concern she obviously doesn’t want me
in our family home.
It became our
family home the moment I felt unwelcome.
I pulled into the driveway. “Mom, I need to be home,
just for a little bit.”
“Oh, corn nuts, fine! You promise not to say…”
I opened the door with flourish. “Not a single…”
Dear baby Jesus in a basket. Or was that Noah? What the hell was she doing? I
shouldn’t have made that promise.
Every flat surface was covered. If the surface was
soft, there was something stiff like cardboard covering it. I stepped further
into the living room. Bits, odd shapes, and tiny multicolored fragments
scattered around. I had to be surrounded by ten thousand jigsaw puzzle pieces.
“Mom?”
Laverne stood wringing her hands. “So, I have new
hobby.”
“How…how many of these do you have going?”
“Oh, I don’t know, when I get stumped with one, I
can go to another.”
I slowly nodded, smiling as much as my skepticism would
allow. “You certainly have…options.”
“I knew it. I knew you would think I’m crazy.”
“I promised you I wouldn’t say a word. I won’t.”
“You can’t stop your body language.”
I closed my eyes, seeing fresh baked cookies, a
Christmas tree, and our stockings by the fireplace. I casually glanced over.
There were three puzzles in varied stages of completion on the tile in front of
the hearth. I walked to them. “Holiday scenes and snow…” I looked at the box
lids demonstrating the completed picture.
“Yes, I thought they would look good framed hanging
over here for Christmas.”
Then, I saw it. The Letter. It was on the mantle. I
reached out, touching it gingerly. I drew my hand back fast. “I like the idea
of Christmas puzzle pictures.”
“The letter won’t bite you Lola-girl. Hold it for a
while. Think about it.”
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(And a puzzle addiction isn't a horrible one to have...maybe...)