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Some Days (Write Now)

April 1, 2018

At Today’s Author, our first goal is to get you (and us) to write. Write Now is our own collection of prompts to help you do that. With Write Now we’re not talking about writing, or trying to teach anyone how to write. Write Now is all about putting pen to paper.

Today’s Prompt: “He had made his garden in the same place for thirty years, but as he began to dig into the soil on the first warm day of the spring, his shovel hit an old, rusty, metal box.”

Some Days

The tip of the shovel caught on the side of the rusty metal box and when Floyd tried to pry it free the wood handle broke off three inches above the blade. He stood back and surveyed the carnage.

“Damn,” he said. “There goes ten bucks right out the darn window.”

Wondering if The Home Depot would return the obviously defective shovel and give him a new one, he bent down and picked up the blade. “Not sure what I could tell them though,” he said out loud as he turned the blade around in his hand. “Probably best to bite the bullet and just get me a new one I suppose.”

Floyd straightened up and was walking back to the shed when he remembered about the rusty metal box that did his obviously defective shovel in. He turned around and walked back to the hole with the rusty metal box and after a few seconds of looking at the thing and trying to sum up just how much it weighed he decided that now would be as good a time as any to see what what the thing is all about. He dropped the parts of the obviously defective shovel on the ground and got down on his knees and started scooping out dirt with his hands. Floyd soon cleared enough dirt where he could see the handles on the side of the box and as he reached down to take hold of them he caught his left thumb on a small burr.

“Damn,” he said as he wiped the blood on his jeans. “Better get this cleaned up.” Wondering about the things that can happen when one cuts one’s finger on rusty metal, he thought, It’s a good thing I’m right-handed.

Floyd stood up, looked at the old, rusty metal box, looked again at his thumb, shook his head and took a step backwards and tripped over the discarded parts of the obviously defective shovel and fell backwards onto his back.

“Damn,” he said. “Some days you’re just better off staying in bed.”



3 Comments leave one →
  1. April 1, 2018 9:16 am

    Boy, that box does NOT want to be moved.
    (Cue music: Duh-duh-DAAA)

    Liked by 2 people

  2. April 2, 2018 4:15 pm

    I love this absent-minded character sketch you’ve created.
    The curious cat in me still wants to know what’s in the box, though!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. April 6, 2018 9:58 am

    Linked over from Today’s Author. And I, too, want to know more about the box! So when your character tries again, please let us know!

    Liked by 1 person

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