To Write or Pickle

The weather! “Picture perfect to go and play outside.” Thought Susan. Adults need to have more fun. Looking at the clock on her Apple Macbook, the morning has flown by. She has about an hour to meet up with her friends to play Pickle Ball.

Ralph popped his head around the corner of the door to see the blank screen in front of Susan. There must be something wrong. She’s not getting ready to exercise. She’s been doing a great job since her high blood pressure diagnosis. We can’t quit now. Ralph thought. He did a light rap on the door Susan continued to stare at the computer screen.

“Hey hun, you need to get ready for Pickle Ball. It’s 8am, they start at 9am.” Said Ralph in a louder voice than necessary. The room fell back into the silence it once was. Ralph took it upon himself walk into the room state the prior sentence by raising his voice. Susan spun around in her swivel chair with a glazed look into her eyes. He’s seen that look before, many times. The guillotines are mere child’s play compared to Susan, ruminated Ralph as he took an immediate exit out of Susan’s office.

Around 10 am Ralph heard Susan coming down the stairs. He chose to meet her in the front door hall way, “I chose to write before I pickled,” said Susan as she walked right past him. These words hung in the air I’ll make you dinner. No! Take you out to you favorite place, when the door went shut.

Published by Sarah "Bubbles"

I am a mom, nana, writer and amateur photographer. I write short stories to brighten your day. Maybe inspire you to feel better about yourself. Perhaps make healthier life choices. You are the one that is responsible for your life. You got this!

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