Writing Prompt: If we were to make the train, we would have to hurry.

Morning all. Slow start today but at least I am moving. Really could have used another few hours of sleep. Admittedly the air feels very thick today as well which isn’t helping. It is as though the world is waiting for a storm. It makes me want to go back to bed and wait until it either clears up or just decides to storm and get it over with. But that’s not really an option I’m afraid. So we press on with the morning writing prompt while the weather makes up it’s mind as to it’s decision regarding storms. Ready? Fabulous, Let’s begin.

I kind of like this one. I like the play between the characters. I don’t know what the journey is going to be, but I really want to find out.

Thursday, June 3^rd: If we were to make the train, we would have to hurry.

If we were to make the train we would have to hurry.  Yet Simon seemed to be showing a decided lack of urgency in his movements.

“Why didn’t you pack last night?” I asked as I watched him pick up items, examine them and try to decide if they were to make it into his trunk.

“I did, mostly,” he replied.  There are just a few last minute things, you know.”

I watched him pick up a book, study it’s spine and then flip through a few of the pages.  “Do you think this would be good to read on the train?” he asked.  “Its going to be a long trip.”

“I think that would be fabulous,” I told him.  I glanced down at my watch.  The lines were bound to be long and there was a veritable host of officials we would have to make it through if we were to be allowed to board. If we didn’t leave soon, we wouldn’t make it.

“I’ve read it before though,” He said, still idly flipping through the pages.  “Well, I read part of it. I don’t think I got half way through it.”

“Then you can finish it on the journey,” I told him,. My voice coming out snappier than I intended.

“But what if I only made it half way through because it wasn’t a very good book?” he asked.  “Then I’ll get stuck in the middle of nowhere with only half a bad book to read.”

“I pulled two books off of the shelf randomly and tossed them into his still open trunk.  “There,” I told him.  “Now if it’s bad you have options.”

“Options are good,” he said.  He closed the book and meandered over to the trunk to inspect the books I added.  This was becoming painful and I knew if I stayed any longer I would say something I would probably regret for the rest of the trip.

“Look, I am going to go ahead to the station.  I will meet you there,” I told him. 

He looked up from his trunk and frowned at me.  “We aren’t going together?”

“We are if you can get downstairs in the next,” I glanced at my watch. “Two minutes.”

“Two minutes,” he repeated.  “No one gives someone two minutes.  They give them at least five surely.”

“No,” I said refusing to be drawn into one of his debates.  “It will take me two minutes to load my gear and leave the drive.  If you and your packed trunk have made it by then, you can come with me.”

I turned and walked out of the room.  I had known Simon for most of my life and this had not been the first time he had done this to me.  If pressed with a deadline, he would always drag his feet as though reluctant to actually comply with any schedule but his own.  Over the years I missed ,many events, and made my apologies for many a late arrival because of him.  His family, and their standing always managed to get him out of any scrape his tardiness caused.  But this trip was too important for me.  I couldn’t be late today.  I showed up hoping that I would be able to get him to hurry, just a little, for my sake if nothing else.

“I should have known better,” I thought as I briskly walked down the stairs.  I would keep to my two minute deadline, but when those two minutes were up I would be out of the door and on my way. “I glanced at my watch again, intending to make certain I gave him those two minutes exactly. 

<y bags were packed and I ferried them from the entryway where they had been waiting for the past two hours and into the rented car.  I knew there were other vehicles on the property that Simon could use should he be left behind so I didn’t worry.  My driver for the day helped me to load the heaviest of my trunks.