Morning all and welcome to both Friday and the Start of September. It is currently only 62 degrees here. It is like fall popped in just to welcome September. I will be walking today. Possibly without the risk of heat stroke. But that is later for now, the prompt! Timers at the ready and off we go.
I suspect that there is going to be quite the argument over this dinner table. And I wonder about what the main character is up to. I kind of want to find out.
Friday, September 1st: The fabric was draped over the side of the couch.
The fabric was draped over the side of the couch. I knew instantly what that meant. Sarah was on one of her design sprees. Since she and Daniel married they had slowly started redecorating the family home. The fact that the rest of the family still lived there was not really taken into consideration.
Sarah, I knew was redecorating because she couldn’t stand anything that was not her taste. She could not abide the thought that someone would walk in the door and not immediately think, ‘yes, this is where Sarah lives, her style is all around me.’
I was fairly certain that she would have a different way of phrasing that, but I learned in the last year that this was essentially what she meant by refreshing the worn space. Daniel went along with it for a couple of reasons. One he wanted Sarah to be happy and this made her happy. Two he didn’t actually care what his surroundings looked like so the décor mattered very little to him. What he was into was ownership. I could easily see that he planned to use the fact that his wife redecorated the place as grounds for claiming conclusively that this was his home and not the family one.
I sighed and left the fabric where it lay across the couch. The front room had already been done over so I knew it wasn’t going in there put represented something from another space. Idly I wondered what room was going to feature the peach silk. As it looked vaguely flesh toned I hoped it was not a room I had to venture into for any length of time.
I made my way to the back of the house where my rooms were located. Soon I would be vacating them and I had no doubt that Sarah would pounce as soon as my bags were out of the space.
‘Or not even wait,’ I thought stopping in the door. There was more fabric here and Sarah and her minions were crawling over the space, measuring tape in hand and more fabric swatches. Most of them were in the skin like peach tones. Sarah spotted me in the doorway.
“Just getting started on the redo,” She trilled. “With this light the room will soon be spectacular.”
“Two days,” I told her. Her smile faltered and her minions stopped moving, the hard tone in my voice stopping them dead.
“Excuse me?” Sarah was hesitant.
“I will be gone in two days, then you can do whatever nonsense you want to the space. But for the next two days this remains my space and I don;y want flesh colored fabrics everywhere.”
She looked to the stretch of fabric she held. It was slightly darker than the one in the living room and somehow in the sunlight through the window looked even more flesh toned.
“I’ll have you know this color is called…” She began.
“Out,” I said. “In two days you can bring whatever you want in, but until then all of it stays out.”
“But,” she began.
“Now,” I said.
The minions quickly began gathering their items and swept her out of the room closing the door behind them. I noticed a long stretch of fabric had been left behind. I picked it up, opened the door and dropped it on the floor outside the door. I then closed the door and for good measure locked it. I rubbed my temple with one hand. I knew I would pay for my treatment of Sarah later at dinner but couldn’t bring myself to care.
The day had been horrendous, much of it spent cleaning up Daniel’s messes and I had no patience for his wife’s penchant for redecorating as he made territorial claims.
Ten til Midnight 