Morning all and welcome to a chilly Tuesday. The upper reaches got a little snow this morning, but we aren’t quite at elevation. It is nice to see in the backdrop of the day though. Even if it is a bit chilly. But this morning we warm up the fingers with a writing prompt So give the chilly digits a stretch, set the timer for fifteen minutes and lets see what thaws out in the brain.
Interesting start. Not sure where the story is going, from here it could go anywhere. I kinda like that.
Tuesday, December 3rd: Ice cubes clinked in his glass.
Ice cubes clinked in his glass. He had asked for the drink without ice, but as usual, that request had been ignored. He tooth was acting up. He knew he needed to see a dentist and in fact had made an appointment. Unfortunately for him it seemed that so had everyone else. So now he was waiting for his appointment to arrive. In the meantime he was brushing his regulated three times a day and swigging his antiseptic mouthwash not only after brushing but several times between. He didn’t know if it actually helped at this stage but it made him feel like he was doing something while waiting for his appointment.
He wasn’t simply just hanging in there.
As part of his regimen, he was avoiding the extremes in temperature. Anything piping hot was left to cool slightly before consumption and anything cold was left to come up to room temp. Was it ideal? No. But until his appointment it helped avoid a massive load of pain.
‘Which Stephanie knows.’
He glanced over to her. The topic had come up more than once since the tooth ache started. She knew he was avoiding the cold, knew that he specifically asked for no ice. He had offered to fix his own drink but she insisted she was going to the kitchen and would get it for him.
He swirled the liquids over the cubes and wondered how much of an argument he was willing to have. If he got up now, even just to remove the ice she would take it as an insult. After all, she had gone to the trouble of fixing his glass for him.
If he commented on the ice, the situation might be worse. He could be simply accused of being too picky and she would huff for an hour or so, or it could become a full blown argument.
He hated arguments with Stephanie. Somehow it always ended up being his fault. He accepted he wasn’t going to win and just decided that he would let the ice melt in his glass and not drink at all. He would leave it.
Still, he was getting irritated. He also knew it wasn’t about the ice. They were reaching an impasse. He knew that Stephanine only paid attention to the things that were important to her. If she didn’t find it important then she didn’t bother. She was starting to pay less and less attention to him. The words he said simply slid right out of her mind. He wasn’t entirely certain they even slipped into her ears.
‘Aerodynamic listening,’ he thought. He smiled wryly. Luckily the television was playing so he directed the smile there. Stephanie was chatting with someone on her phone via text. She didn’t look up. He needn’t have bothered deflecting to the television.
As always he wondered who she was texting. He knew if he did ask he would be accused of being too controlling. He suspected his time with Stephanie was running out.
Ten til Midnight 