Writing Prompt for Wednesday Stories 4/26/17
chips * chimp* bow* dinosaur* nursery*
Here is my story:
Well at last I have a chance to email you and let you know how things are. I think you can tell from my tone it could be better.
Yesterday we thought we would explore the town a bit. I now have sore feet and an aching back from all the walking we had to do to retrace our steps as we got lost. I mean there were the street signs and we still couldn’t get it right.
No maps for Jeffrey, oh no. He acted like a naughty chimp at a tea party, harrumphing and acting up when his GPS on his phone died. Well that didn’t die but he hadn’t charged the blooming thing the night before so the battery failed.
Eventually we found some shops …… I know I should have been happy but just look at what he pointed out to me. I took a picture on my phone (when his back was turned so he wouldn’t ask me to use my phone for directions).
He knows I detest the colour red. Even if he packaged the tea set up in a box, wrapped a pretty ribbon and bow round it, I still wouldn’t be pleased. The pottery itself is quite nice. I like the shape of the tea cups but, come on, I mean, red with white polka dots, that fashion went out with the Ark, no wait a minute, probably went out as the last dinosaur roamed the earth before its extinction.
Oh well I dare say he meant well.
Now I’m sitting alone in this tiny apartment, drinking coffee (I can’t find a decent packet of tea leaves anywhere) and eating crisps, or as my new friends here call them chips.
You and I both know chips come from a chip shop usually with a piece of battered cod or plaice, but here they are called something different. So much for speaking the same language.
Jeffery has had to go to a meeting to finalise his start date and I’m left here on my own. The apartment (or flat as we’d probably say) is small, adequate enough for now but ……. I’m going to let you in on a BIG SECRET, ssshh, don’t tell anybody yet, especially not my parents, in a few months time we are going to need somewhere bigger with another bedroom to transform in to a nursery.
There, I’ve said it. My secret is out, I’ve hugged this to myself for a few days now and all I have to do is find the right time to tell Jeffrey. I’m not sure whether he’ll be over the moon or ……….
It certainly wasn’t in this five year plan he made of moving to the USA where the opportunities are better and bigger.
Whatever, I’m sure we’ll cope.
It’s quite frightening, Colleen, I’m going to be a mum. Now, do stop laughing. I can be responsible if I want to. I’ll just have to not party so hard. I’ll still work, of course I will. We can get a nanny or an au pair or something. It won’t disrupt our lives much. I’m sure of it.
Oh, I hear Jeffrey’s key in the lock. I’ll sign off now and hope to speak to you soon. We’ll have to work out the time difference and Skype each other at the weekend.
I miss you.