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Your three things today are:
Billie knew what the expectation was but she didn’t know if she could go through with it. Becoming someone’s mistress, whether congenial and without sexual motive or not, was not what she had planned for her life moving forward. The problem was, Billie didn’t know how to get along in a new city without a job and no friends. This was the first time she had lived anywhere that she was a total stranger, but this was the change that she needed. Life at home had become too much; stress, bills, arguing. If no one knew where she was and no one here knew who she was, maybe she could start fresh and live her life the way she wanted to.
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JusJoJan 2021 and Stream of Consciousness Saturday are using the prompt “in the corner”. Check out Linda’s site for all of the rules and to read other entries. https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/
My rambling contribution:
There is a place in everyone’s basement that is “the corner” where everything goes but no one wants to venture to recover anything. No one really knows what is back there. From the top of the stairs you can see boxes and you recognize the old Rubbermaid bin that you put there last summer. What was in that bin anyhow? Yeah, it’ll come to you at some point. There is probably some moisture now trapped between the layers of boxes and other crap stacked back there. If you move it you know what you will see…
You will find at least one, nasty-ass, giant spider who is just pissed that you have ruined a perfectly good bug-catching spot. You will find at least one dry, shriveled up salamander that came in through the sump pump looking for who-knows-what. You will find at least one piece of paper jammed between the wall and a box that feels damp, probably has some mold even if it is not visible to the naked eye. You will find a pen cap from the pen you used to label the boxes and from that same pen you had to throw away because you lost the cap. You will find a photograph from when you were a kid which will then get you looking for more.
You will start looking through bins, moving boxes, trying to find the box that had all those old photo albums in them. The young people don’t really understand anymore why photo albums were so important and you start to wonder yourself, since you can’t even remember where they are, which means you haven’t looked at any of the photos in a very long time. You will open a box that has that cookbook that you swear you lost, the one with the best meatloaf recipe, the only meatloaf recipe that doesn’t leave you feeling like you just ate a block of wood. You’ll put that aside and look in the next box only to find your old box of treasures. You open it and wonder why you thought this crap was a treasure. A marble, which are made by the thousands and all look somewhat alike. A bottle cap from your first beer. That one fortune from the fortune cookie you had on your first date with that hot guy/girl in your English class. A long necklace with a glass pendant that looks like the earth but is really too small to see any details. That thingy from your high-school graduation cap. Look, it even has the little pendant reminding you of how long ago it was that you were in high school. A letter from you best friend telling you that you are the only one that will ever know the secrets behind the person you thought you knew. Then you start thinking of that best friend…
What ever happened? Was it being away in college that separated you both? Did you have some sort of blowout you can’t remember? What if you were to find your best friend again? Would it be like it was and feel like you never left each others’ sides? Will you feel disappointed to know that your best friend has been keeping in touch with her other friend all these years but hasn’t made an attempt to talk to you? Wait, have you attempted to contact your old best friend? Can you be mad? But why weren’t you ever involved in their talks or get-togethers? Were they better friends than you thought? DId they stay friends through college? Oh, who cares anyhow…you have other friends in your life that actually care about you enough to keep tabs on you.
What is that?……
Holy Shit! That’s a big, friggin’ spider! What the hell!?!?!?! To hell with memories this thing is disgusting. You knew you would come across it at some point. Is it following you as you run up the basement stairs? Is it laughing at you, knowing it will be years before you go back to that spot? When will you go back? Probably either when you die or move….when you have to move those boxes and bins because there is no other choice.