He told me not to nag He said I was a grouch I thought I was quite winsome As I giggled on his couch There was a list of calls In a sea of appointments Being silly was infectious Thats usually how it went He told me nevermore Would he have me here to dine He worried how I’d act If I had a glass of wine I told him he was lame I asked him not to whine I’m only being joyful His outrage was not fine. He glared at me disturbed He was asking me to leave I cried and begged him “No!” I grabbed him by the sleeve. He took me in his arms and said he wasn’t mad I told him I was sorry That he’s the best I’ve ever had.
When I am out in public or talking to someone on the telephone I am careful to sound polite and respond appropriately, as the majority of the public treat salespeople and customer service people like crap. The other day I got off the phone with someone (can’t recall what I was inquiring about) and David said, “You are probably the nicest person they have talked to all day”. Which brings me to this morning…
I have a customer who is purchasing a miniature and would like it delivered on a specific day. I told the customer I would check with USPS and UPS to find out what services they offer. Now, I live in a small village and although I’ve only been here about 6 months I have been in the post office I don’t know how many times, shipping out packages. They know me, maybe not by name, but by face and box size…So I go up to one of the tellers, not the usual guy, and ask if there is a way to guarantee that a package can get delivered on one specific day. He told me no. So I rephrased my question to ask if there was a way to guarantee the delivery even though I was sure it would be costly. He told me “overnight it”. Okay. So I said, “I need it to get there the 29th, a Monday”. He said, “There is no guarantee”. So I said, “No, I mean for overnight”. I went on to ask, “So if that is the case then I should come back on Saturday to get it there by Monday, and he got all pissy with me and said, “There is no guarantee and if you send it today overnight it will get there tomorrow.” So, I said, “I understand, but I would have to come Saturday because you are closed Sunday, so the packaage gets there Monday?” And he got pissy again and said, “No, we are NOT open on Sunday!”
Okay, I get you are under a lot of stress but really? He didn’t even have to do anything except type in a few numbers on. his computer.
I was being nice. Can’t you at least be nice back?
Walter was a hen and Wilma was a drake They were the perfect pair,ducks swimming on the lake They spent their days in sun with energy replete With added bliss of food right under their four feet One day Sir Wilma cried for he had lost his gal Overbearing sadness, some kind of living hell Being pathological wouldn’t do him any good So he went back to the car and he sat upon the hood He waited til the dark made it harder for him to see He figured he’d go home and make a cup of tea Later that same night there was knocking on the door In came lovely Walter and she was mad for sure She was fit with rage at the actions Wilma had. She told him she was angry, she told him she was mad. He showed no reluctance to hamper her madness to live out his life sentence, to always do his best.
Call it retrograde amnesia or just a flickering impulse I conjured up my strength, as if I were someone else My friends they did not know me, my family they would say But I attribute all my happiness to that crazy single day It started as a gaffe but soon turned into a cruelhunch Disguising my whole face as I stalked away to lunch To elevate my mood in this rare prolific phase I sighed and ate my sandwich as I looked off in a haze A mystery unfolding was putting all my strength on hold The magic of a master was all that I was told Ejected from his alter and landing with a thud I saw my pet go flying, then a monsoon of his blood I ran back through the hallway, the library was in sight I didn’t leave a line of crumbs nor turn on any lights. I hid among the books so afraid that I’d be seen What a nightmare of a morning this day has truly been I escaped out through a window and climbed down a brick wall I didn’t want to wait for more I know I couldn’t stall Suddenly I woke up, not knowing where I was Grateful that the only thing was my alarm’s loud buzz
Although the feeling all around was a melancholy mood The policy of folks like me was fastidious and good The swell of hope I felt that day diminished in a flash While standing on the center lane, no barriers to dash The happiness just slipped away to crush my vivid dream Like oil on a flabby piece of skin in need of cream Luck would have it no one else here seemed to see me cry Except for one lone shaming man, I felt like I would die. I tried to turn but felt real stuck with sorrow and some pain Jumping now would do no good, there wasn’t any gain. So here I stood aside the man, a standstill in my head Realizing my day was done, so I left and went to bed.
The photograph below is from ninerio at DeviantArt.com.
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a couple embracing in front of a large, illuminated clock, as well as other smaller, x-ray-like images of the mechanical components of clocks.
Okay so mine isn’t prose, although it could be considered fiction.
First Kiss
Dancing in time holding the moment lives intertwined loves bestowment love will not fade where it does exist until the very end from when we first kissed.
Milly had dared Bernadette to do it and she couldn’t believe that her best friend went through with it! The day before Bernadette was telling Milly how in love she was with Brandon. “If you’re so in love, Juliet, why don’t you show it at the drive-in tomorrow night!” “What?!?! You want me to prove my love at the drive-in? That is disgusting. There is no way I am taking off any of my clothing in the back seat of Brandon’s car, let alone anyone’s car. If we do it it’s going to be in a bed. Jeez, Milly! I can’t believe you would even want me doing it in public like that!” “Bernie, that isn’t what I meant! I meant, drag Brandon up onto the platform and kiss him in front of all the cars. I’ll be there with Jack and who knows who else will be there! Are you afraid your mom might be there?” “Milly, first of all, my mom doesn’t do drive-in movies. Second, I’ll take the dare! I think it will be fun to get up. there. I just have to hope that Brandon will go along with it.” “Well, just prove that you made your greatest effort and I will give you credit! But, you really have to try and convince him.”
Later that night, as the movie began to play, Milly, who was sitting with her head resting on Jack’s shoulder, sat up abruptly! “Oh my God! She is doing it!” “Doing what, Mill?” “I dared Bernadette to drag Brandon onto the platform and kiss him in front of the whole drive-in theater and she is doing it! Aw, look how cute they both are!” “I’d have done it,” Jack responded. “Well, I know that. It wouldn’t have been much of a dare. I would definitely do it! Maybe we should surprise the crowd and get up there too.” “Let’s not and say we did. Give them the limelight for now. I’m happy with kissing you right here.”
When I think back at the past of my life and my life of being a wife I strike a good pose despite the shape of my nose Since my image just won’t be my strife.
Stine Writing 