Morning all, I hope you are having a great morning. I had very strange dreams where prehistoric creatures started coming up from the sewers and everyone was calm about it saying things like, “Oh is it he annual migration already, time does fly.” even while they were rampaging through town. Just thought I’d share. And now, on to the morning prompt.
No clue where this is going, but it could be fun.
Tuesday, April 8th: The doorbell rang.
The doorbell rang. Jane sighed. She looked at her hands. She made it to the sticky dough portion of her bread back and had just begun the kneading process. Her hands were coated with sweet dough that had yet to become part of the ball of dough she would need to let rise.
‘So of course the bell rings,’ she thought. She rolled her eyes heavenward and picked up a towel with the tips of her fingers. The fingers stuck the towel to them with the bits of dough but with luck she would not coat the door handle with bread dough. She looked through the peep hole, hoping that it would just be someone selling something and she would ultimately be able to ignore them. They had been getting a lot of door to door sales lately.
People selling everything from roof repair, new windows, pest control and religion appeared on her doorstep with regularity. As she worked from home her day was often interrupted by such people. ‘This is the first time I’ve ever wished for a salesman,’ she thought.
Of course when she looked through the peep hole it wasn’t a salesman. It was her neighbor Sandy. ‘Who knows full well I am home.’
The thought of Sandy’s reaction to being ignored was not something she wanted to deal with. Sandy in general wasn’t someone she wanted to deal with. Giving in, Jane draped the towel over the knob and turned, opening the door.
“Morning Sandy,” Jane said.
“I knew you were home,” Sandy said. She automatically pushed forward assuming she’d be welcome inside. With her tenuous grip on the knob, Jane was pushed back. The towel stuck to her hands but slipped off the knob letting the door swing wide in invitation. It was an invitation Sandy took, stepping into the living room.
“It took you long enough to answer. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Actually yes, I’m in the middle of something,” Jane began.
Sandy continued talking not listening to a word Jane said. “Excellent. I wanted to talk to you about the upcoming neighborhood gathering.”
“I thought we discontinued those,” Jane said.
“Well I think they are worth bringing back, traditional values and all, neighborhoods pulling together and all that.”
“I see,” Jane said. She didn’t say more as Sandy continued to expound on her desire to reinstill a sense of community in their neighborhood. AS one of the reasons that the events were discontinued was because Sandy and her coterie of cronies made a large swath of the neighborhood uncomfortable enough that they stopped showing up, Jane wasn’t sure what else needed to be said.
“I say traditional values are the way to go,” Sandy wrapped up. “So can I count on you?”
“For what?” Jane asked.
“For your vote at the next meeting.”
“I will need to see some details,” Jane said knowing the only thing Sandy liked more than being in charge was creating a sheet with her ideas bullet pointed.
As expected Sandy smiled broadly and produced a sheet from her voluminous bag. “Right here,” Sandy said waving it around. She made to hand it to Jane.
“Could you just put it down for me, I don’t want to get dough all over it.”
“Of course,” Sandy said she frowned as she looked at Jane’s hands. “Why didn’t you say you were in the middle of something?” She snorted and shook her head. “Honestly Jane. I’ll see myself out.”
She clucked and exited the house as rapidly as she arrived. Jane sighed and used her towel wrapped fingers to lock the door.
Ten til Midnight 