It was a sunny day, but I didn’t feel happy. I dressed, poured some coffee and then started the car. I thought about the fact that I was on my way to a funeral, and forgot to bring tissues.
“Brilliant!” I said to myself, “now I will have mascara dripping all over me. Good thing I’m wearing black!” While stopped at a red light, I found a fast-food napkin and quickly tucked it into my pocket. Once on the highway, I saw the church in the distance. The next road sign read Exit 181, ½ mile ahead. I arrived, saw the hearse, and lost it.
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15 comments:
So good. And so true. I can't even tell you how many times I've had to use those old napkins as a kleenix.
I always forget to bring kleenex. Happily, my husband usually remembers. (Even though I'm the one doing the crying...)
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I am one of those that always forgets the tissues for funerals, weddings, confirmations, etc... And also one of those who lose it easily.
Very good job ! So real... I too have a drippy, sniffy, teary eyed response to happy and sad occasions. Usually I dig for the take out stash of napkins in the glove box or console of our car. My Hubs is the back up...he always has a real linen handkerchief with him !
Now I'm in a funk...crying, funerals, hearses. Ok, just kidding. Good use of the prompt.
I hope you are feeling a bit cheerier by now.
I always stuff extra napkins in my glove box, because I am forever forgetting Kleenex!!
Great post but so sad!
This is such an interesting prompt...to see where Exit 181 leads each of us...I loved your take on it...Peace and blessings
This is very well written, powerfully sad.
xoRobyn
oh ... I'm so sad for you all ... and i'm sure we have all forgotten at one point or another ...waterproof mascara is the only save ...all ... and i'm still sad for you all ... well done!
So sad but true not many carry hankies any more!
What a wonderful take on this prompt! It is so visual - I could relate to her fear of the dreaded running mascara, and I could feel, really feel her pain. That makes for good writing.
Namaste..........cj
Nicely done! An emotional journey with vivid imagery. Excellent!
It's always happy to carry a tissue.
It was a funky weekend here, too. I'm glad yours got better! Your story was really sad. Was your funk from someone close passing away?
I liked your writing here. It made me want to give you a big hug.
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