Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. 5.47 PM. He was late, again, as usual. No surprises there. He rang the door bell and I composed myself for the inevitable excuses he’d make when I opened the door. In a moment of caprice I picked up a paper party whistle one of the kids had plonked on the hall table when they’d returned from a birthday party days ago. It was one of those roll up kind that extend when you blow them. I opened the door.
‘So sorry I’m late,’ he said. I blew the paper whistle in his face. It made a whining noise and stopped centimetres from his nose. He looked at it in surprise. The whistle slowly deflated back to its rolled up state. ‘I got held up,’ he said. I blew the whistle again. This time I had moved forward so that, fully extended, the whistle touched the tip of his nose. I had blown harder and the whine was louder this time. It sounded more expressive I felt. I turned and walked back into the house. He followed.
I walked right through to the backyard. A crow cawed from a leafless tree. A white plastic shopping bag hung limply from a lower branch.
‘This is pointless,’ I said. I blew the whistle again then tossed it away petulantly.
‘I agree,’ he said. ‘It’s a story started by events beyond our control. We played along for a bit but now there’s nowhere left to go.’
‘Let’s end it,’ I said.
‘Yes lets,’ he agreed. He turned and walked back the way he had come.
‘It’s because there’s nothing on TV,’ I said by way of explanation.
‘There never is these days,’ he said and left the house. I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. 5.53 PM. Amazing how little time it can take to change your life sometimes.