The midnight oil is burning. Scribbled words on shreds of notepaper litter the floor beneath my seat. I let out a yelp as the computer warns of pending doom: “Online storage approaching maximum capacity; purchase upgrade for more space!”
Perhaps I shouldn’t write tonight.
Shuffling through images from my past, I contemplate long and hard about which ones to retain, and which ones to throw out. Some of the photos seem so sad, so grainy. I look beyond the flaws, and into the memories that they bring. Perhaps I should save them all, it’s so hard to let go.
Attempting to consolidate only creates more commotion, more chaos…
I’ll finish tomorrow.
Weekend Writing Prompt #91: Helter-Skelter
Word Count: 111
Word of the Day Challenge: Yelp
I don’t know if it’s cheating the 111 word count to go on like this, but I’m a rebel anyway so who cares. 🙂
I wanted to say something about my collage. I actually thought about writing a Haiku for this, because it reminded me of how little boys dream… usually about what they will be or do when they grow up, and how—once they reach a certain age—they tend to dream about being young again.
Anyway, my grandson and son are actually a part of this creation and I’ve shared both images in different forms. That’s what got me thinking. I worked on it for hours last night, and again this morning, and finally decided it was time to move on to the next order of business.
That’s all for now. Today is softball Sunday, so off I go……
Peace & Love Everyone!