1 john 1:3 - proclaiming what we've seen, what we've heard, so that you might have fellowship with us, and with the Father and the Son
About Me
- Name: Rick
- Location: Cayce, SC
husband. father. coffee-drinker. reader. writer. music listener. iphone 4 user. mini cooper driver. social media goofball.
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Saturday, February 07, 2004
fragment | a writing meme:
The idea is to write something, anything that incorporates these three sentence fragments:
- think you ought to
- not that I wanted
- that morning he bought
- "I think you ought to think about what just happened," his mother said, finishing the lecture, looking disappointed. Timmy didn't look at his mom at all the whole time, finding something on his left sneaker to focus on as he turned red from the embarrasment of being dressed down in front of his buddy.
"Dude, that was rough," Jaquis whispered, not looking up either, not knowing he'd been looking at the same spot on Timmy's left shoe the whole time. "I hate it when my mom does that to me."
"Yeah... sorry," was all he could get out. Jaquis had come over after Timmy's trip to the QuickSpot down the street. Every Saturday for as long as he could remember, he'd pedalled down to the convenience store and bought a paper and gum for his dad, a kruller for his mom and with the change, usually some candy for himself. But that morning he bought a latte' instead of a candy bar... not a big one, just a small cup, not all that expensive. He liked the smell, and he thought it would be a nice change of pace.
He wheeled home, walked into the house, and put down the paper, the kruller, the gum and his cup of joe. He took a sip - too hot, but not bad, with a slight nutty taste to it. His dad looked at him funny. "You know we can make that here. You don't have to buy it down the street." Timmy nodded, knowing that his mom made coffee every morning.
"So what made her so mad?"
Timmy looked up from his left shoe. "She was upset that I'd wasted money on something she could've given me for free, but that I'm too young for coffee. But, dude, it's not that I wanted to make her mad. It's just that I've smelled her coffee, even tasted it once - and it sucks."
"Yeah, sucks... so, wanna shoot hoops?"
"Sure." Timmy reached down, re-tied the Nike at the end of his left leg, took the last sip of what turned out to be a really good latte', and went to play ball.
