This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below were written for practice.
Practice makes perfect.
Crystal was in the laundry room. She was unloading the dryer and separating clothes after doing a mixed load with her stuff and some of her boy’s. She heard the front door open and close. She recognized her mother’s familiar gait coming into the house.
“Mom? Is that you?” she yelled over her shoulder and studied a pair of yoga pants that she had pulled from the ancient appliance before adding, “are you getting hungry? I don’t think there’s anything to eat in the house. I think we need to go out and get tacos or something.”
I don’t remember these yoga pants, she thought, I wonder if they’re Moms.
About that time, Nancy stuck her head in the laundry room door as she walked past, “Hey,” she said, “I’m back. Tacos sound good to me. Think we should go to ‘El Jardin’ and get takeaway? I like their chips and salsa.”
Crystal pumped her fist in agreement. As an afterthought, she said, “Mom are these your yoga pants?”
“Not mine, I don’t recognize them,” Nancy said, “must be yours.”
Wonder when I got these? Crystal mused I must like them though, and I just laundered them, which means I probably wore them recently. I oughta pack these for the trip. She finished sorting the laundry and carried Bradly’s clothes back and put them on his bed. As she began putting away her clothes, she thought about what she needed to pack for the drive back to her mom’s house in Colorado. She already knew she was taking the yoga pants. She began opening dresser drawers.
The first drawer she opened contained nightgowns and the like. Oh, look at these pyjamas, green ones with a llama print. I can’t believe that these cute jammies are right on top; she pulled them out and sat them with her yoga pants. As she continued to put away laundry, she kept finding more clothes that she had forgotten or not seen for a while that would be perfect on her trip. She piled them all on top of her yoga pants and pyjamas; she found blouses, tees, a cute pair of skinny jeans, and a sweater for the evenings. She found shorts and a couple of house dresses. By the time she had the laundry stowed, she only needed to collect underwear. She was packed.
“Mom, do you need to do any wash?” Crystal hollered again, “Are you packed yet?”
“No, but I don’t have a lot to pack. I’ve only been here for three days, and I’ve been living out of my suitcase.”
“Why don’t you finish up here then, Mom? I’ll go pick up the food.”
This week’s prompts:
- playing a poor hand well
- not a sound for miles around
- like a poem without words