The photograph below is from abi ismail at unsplash.com.
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a man and a woman sitting next to each other at a counter inside a coffee shop. He’s engrossed with something on his smartphone and she is working on her Apple laptop computer.)
I was having dinner with a few of my closest friends when I suddenly realized that I had asked my colleague, Jane to meet me at the café for a work meeting. How embarrassing for me not to show up after asking to meet her to discuss a few problems we were facing in the office.
Hastily, I told my friends that I had to go and left to join Jane in the café. Luckily it was nearby and she didn’t had to wait long for me. The work meeting went well as we sorted out the issues at the office. But I sensed a coldness in her demeanor. She was distant and wouldn’t even make eye contact with me.
Hesitantly, I asked if anything was amiss. She looked at me and said that she was made to wait half an hour before I showed up and she thought it was very discourteous of me. I explained that it was my fault because I had forgotten that I had arranged to meet her and was having dinner with friends.
“I’m glad we talked this out”, she said as she smiled at me. “ Very often misunderstandings can ruin work relationships and I want a pleasant work-environment at the office”
We agreed on this point and had a coffee to celebrate the amicable resolution of the situation.
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a smiling woman who seems to be lying on a bed with a TV remote control in her hand and a bowl of popcorn beside her. She’s munching on the popcorn and a handful of popped kernels are scattered on her body).
I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her sloppy habit of eating in bed, letting the food get on her clothes and on the bedding. Her tendency to overeat was also making her gain weight.
I’m a fastidious person, and it’s important to me that things are done properly, everything should be neat and tidy, and that people should eat at mealtimes while sitting at the dining table.
I was still reconsidering my decision when another of her habits kept on jarring my nerves. She would never share what she was enjoying with me, especially the sweet and salty popcorn that I loved too.
So reluctantly, I broke off with her. Now I can eat all the popcorn, by myself without sharing.
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman sitting on a chair looking out of a large window at a long suspension bridge on a gray, foggy day)
I recently went through a really bad breakup and had sworn off relationships forever untilI was offered the chance of a lifetime.
My agent offered me a role that I couldn’t refuse. He told me that he was very sorry for his attitude towards me in the past and had resolved to be more caring and respectful of his clients in the future. Grudgingly, I accepted his apology and gave him the go-ahead for the new movie.
It had always been my dream to work opposite Jim Carrey in a comic role. I was now sitting here waiting for him and the director to come and discuss the movie and the role. The fog was descending but he had assured me that they will be there soon.
I have fired my agent after the stunt he tried to pull. Now I have sworn off him for good. What a nerve he had to offer me the role of Tails, the two-tailed fox in the new Sonic the Hedgehog movie!!!!
( My regular readers may remember that my grandson is an ardent fan of Sonic the hedgehog and is waiting keenly for the new movie due to release in April’22 )
Eileen was hesitant to open the door leading up to the attic because she was afraid when she got up there she might find something incriminating that her family had been hiding from her all these years.
When she opened the door to the attic, she was looking at a variety of old furniture, boxes, odds and ends stored there for God knew how many decades. In one corner, behind a broken dresser, a painting stood, covered by an old sheet.
She was attracted towards that painting. She pulled off the sheet and saw that it was an oil painting, of a man strumming a guitar and a woman standing beside him. Both the character looked of Hispanic origin and the name at the bottom was of a famous Brazilian artist.
So this was the family secret, she thought. Someone had stolen this painting and hid it here. She guessed that the painting was at least a century old and if sold would bring big bucks. But seeing that it was hidden here she supposed that there couldn’t be an open auction of it. She will have to ask her boyfriend if he knew any black market dealers. But one thing was certain, she was not broke anymore.
For the visually challenged writer, the painting shows a man sitting on the ledge of an open window playing a guitar and a woman standing on the street outside listening to him playing.
The photo below was provided by fellow blogger Deb @ Nope, Not Pam. Thanks, Deb
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a man walking on a paved path at a park holding a snake that is draped over his shoulders)
I didn’t think that what I did that night was going to have bad consequences for me until they sounded the alarm. The snake was not in its enclosure and I was the last person who had handled it.
The zookeeper called me into his office and I was told to go over the details of my last evening, step by step. As I was recounting my nightly routine, I suddenly realized that I had not locked up the glass doors. I was about to lock them, that much I remembered but then there was a distraction. John had called me over to the crocs pond and showed me how two of the crocodiles were wrestling with each other. It must be then, that I left the doors unlocked and now the snake was missing.
This was so bad and I could lose my job over it. And they wouldn’t give me a good reference either. Frantically I searched for the snake. It was not a poisonous one but still, a snake of that size could give anybody a scare.
Well, I did finally find it, hiding under the dense foliage of the nearby aviary. But I couldn’t save my job. And I didn’t ask for a reference because I knew what it was going to be.
That morning, the sun didn’t shine Everything was shrouded in a haze The wind dropped to a standstill The birds didn’t venture out of nests
Was it a portend of a disaster impending Or a stern warning delivered to us No one knew, but all were apprehensive Hearts were heavy, laden with doubts
That day I felt that life had just passed me by While I stood a silent spectator, hapless That was the day I stepped forward to proclaim My guilt and responsibility as the instigator Of all the ills that had befallen my home
She had thought about and imagined this moment for years, but she’d never expected to be actually invited backstage when her favorite band was playing.
Millie was a fan of The eagles since she was old enough to appreciate good music. She was never able to attend any of their concerts but owned most of their albums and knew all their songs by heart. So it was a matter of great excitement for her that they had announced their latest concert and luckily it was near to her town.
She could finally see them live! She bought the tickets and on impulse wrote to the manager telling him of her lifelong dream of meeting the artists in person. To her immense delight and surprise, she was called backstage after the concert and got to meet her much-adored idols.
Dreams do come true after all!
For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a drummer from behind, spotlights shining on him and his band mates performing on stage.
(For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a girl sitting at a library table surrounded by books and she’s reading from a large book opened up on the table in front of her)
I realized when I got home that I had accidentally left all my notes at the library. I was very angry with myself. I’d spend so many hours researching and writing in preparation for my term paper and now they were somewhere in the darkened room, forlorn and alone.
It was a mistake that would cost me my A+ grade. This was a blow to my ego. I was the most intelligent kid in my class and the most hard working too. But my problem was my memory. Unless I had written notes in front of me, I couldn’t recall what I had written. But it was too late as the library was closed.
Next day I fared not too badly in my exam paper. But I knew it wasn’t my best performance. When the teacher handed out the graded papers, I had a B-. My eyes filled with tears on getting such a low grade. Jasmine who was sitting next to me was quite sympathetic and we got talking. It was the first time we had really talked as equals.
From that day, I stopped being obsessed with grades and got a bonus of making friends in my class. I was now one of them!
At first, I thought it was only the dog making noise, but it was somethingmore.In the background of the constant barking, I can now discern the noise of the storm.
The way Rocky was barking, I felt he was on the edge. Perhaps the storm that was brewing was making him nervous. I got out of my cozy, warm bed and went to him in the living room. He was standing near the window and barking. I could hear a note of fear in his voice. I took a long look at the waves crashing on the rocks outside and I understood his anxiety.
This was no ordinary storm. It was building up and we may not be safe in our little cottage. I called my friend Jeff and asked him if I could crash at his place for the night. Jeff told me to come immediately as he thought that this was going to be a rough night.
I was glad next day that Rocky woke me up during the night. He in fact saved my life. My cottage was badly damaged by the storm and if we both were in there during the night, we may not have survived it.
Despite being temporarily homeless, I was very grateful to Rocky for saving my life.