Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Today's muse: One Minute Writer
Today's prompt: Expiration. What do you wish had an expiration date?
Obviously, it took me longer than the alotted one minute (more like twelve) so I didn't post it on Mister Linky over at The One Minute Writer. I just really liked this prompt and wanted to use it.
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She stood on the tiny three-legged stool reaching for the box on the top shelf.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Eric stood in the doorway of the walk-in closet. “I thought you were making dinner.”
“I just wanted to check something.”
Janice stepped down and walked past him, an antique hat box tucked under her arm.
Eric glanced at his watch. “Can’t you do it after dinner? I’m hungry.”
“It will only take a minute.” Janice opened the box, rummaged through the contents.
“What is so damned important that you have to check it now?”
Janice continued to sift through the hat box.
“Don’t ignore me, woman.”
“One minute. I think this is…yes!”
She snatched a piece of paper from the box, waved it in the air.
“What the hell is that?” Eric walked toward her, but Janice held out her hand.
Hands trembling, Janice unfolded the paper. Her lips moved in silence as she read the parchment; eyes darted back and forth, moved lower and lower. As she came to the bottom of the page, her lips twitched, then curved into a grin.
She held the page up so he could read it. She waited until the look of puzzlement passed and his eyes widened with understanding.
“There’s an expiry date,” she said, waving the page at him. She flicked her finger as though she swatted at an annoying mosquito.
“I’m outta here.” Tossing the paper at him, she stormed out of the bedroom.
He heard the front door slam before their marriage certificate floated to the floor.