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writer wednesday blog hop

Here are the rules of how this all works:

1) Use the photo and the 5 words provided in your story 2) Keep your word count 500 words or less. 3) You have until next Tuesday to link up your post. 4) Link up with your blog hostess (Nicole, Carrie, Tena or Leanne) when you’re done via the inLinkz linky below. 5) Have fun, don’t stress, let those creative juices flow.

This weeks challenge…

yellow boatwords: letter, velcro, planet, fever, shopping

You Get Today, I Get Tomorrow

Frank sat with one elbow on the kitchen table. Holding the newspaper with one hand his eyes scanned the page as he sipped his coffee. “I can’t believe all this has been going on while I was at work” he said over his shoulder to Pam, who stood at the sink, hands deep in dish water. “I have some catching up on life stuff to get done.”

This was now a typical morning for Pam, a reminder that her biggest nightmare was becoming a reality. Now retired, Frank had twenty-four hours a day worth of time on his hands and not one hobby to occupy any of it.

“Hey Pammy, look at this. The Maritime Museum is offering rides on the Marine Biology Research Submarine Launcher. We should go. Whad’a ya say? Wanna take a ride to the seaside, sweetheart?”

Pam glanced at the envelope next to phone. In it was the coveted letter inviting her to the once a year sale for loyal customers at Paula’s Purse Emporium. Last year she had snagged the all leather hobo bag she saw her nosey neighbor Alice eyeing. It wasn’t really her style but it was fun to watch Alice’s blood pressure rise.

She looked over at Frank. Maybe I could fake a fever, send him on his way, then go shopping, she thought.

“Ya gotta see this hun,” Frank said as he scooped up the paper along with his cup. At the sink Pam put the last of the rinsed silverware in the drainer and released the sink water as Frank put his dirty cup on the counter.

“Who says scientists don’t have a sense of humor. See this? It’s painted yellow. What a hoot!” He held the newspaper picture out for her to see. “Whad’a ya say Pammy… You game for a submarine ride while I whisper sweet Beatle tunes in your ear?”

She couldn’t help but smile. This was the playful Frank she had married about a million years ago. “You know darn well I prefer my feet firmly planted only on the solid part of this planet. But listen, I’ll make a deal with you. You choose what we do today, I’ll choose what we do tomorrow”

Three hours later, velcroed into a life-jacket, Pam sat squarely in the middle of the funny looking yellow boat. Frank sat next to her happily humming. Tomorrow he might change his tune.

(word count: 404)

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