Category Archives: Fiction

Procrastination Extermination

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Life is too short to procrastinate – in any regard. It’s too short to postpone an apology or admit you were wrong, if in fact it was you who was wrong. Don’t apologize for something you didn’t do. Don’t apologize just to appease someone who isn’t worth keeping in your life, especially if they are the ones who truly need to be apologizing to you. Life’s too short to carry dilapidated emotional baggage, sort through it one last time, cry your tears, admit your losses and leave that heap of disaster at the dump with everyone else’s garbage – memories, failures, losses and heart-breaking relationships.

Life is also too short to not take a break from paying bills and writing on my blog so that I can just relax and watch my newest DVD, Maleficent.

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My Ugly Weed Garden

Life is also too short to worry about the weeds that need to be pulled from the front flower bed. They won’t be going anywhere, especially after tonight’s freeze, they’ll be there in the spring. Besides, tomorrow I have another steroid epidural and I want to enjoy the few days of absolute pain-free existence for a week and a half.

That’s another one, life is too short to not be pain-free… at least for a little while.

Thanks to the Daily Post: No Time to WasteFill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion. (Thanks for suggesting this prompt, theempathyqueen!)

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DAY 10

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Ben’s New Beginning

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Checking the answering machine, I saw the flashing light indicate one message and clicked ‘play.’ The message was garbled with static and loud background sounds with intermittent silence. I could not decipher anything about the subject matter until the last few words, “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.”

What on earth? I couldn’t believe my ears! It was Ben! I thought he was lost and gone forever after he moved away.

I hoped the caller id saved his phone number. It did. I wrote the number down, changed from my office attire to sweats and slippers, poured myself a cup of hot green tea sprinkled with cinnamon and dialed his number.

“Howdy there Swoosieque! Long time no talk! Did you get my message?” Ben sounded great!

“Well, the connection was bad, all I could make out was the part about you’re sorry and should’ve told me something months ago. What was that all about?”

“Hahahaha! I got ya’ didn’t I? I’ll bet as soon as you heard my message, your curiosity spiked to over a hundred percent, didn’t it? Hahaha…”

“Well, yeah, I was kind of worried about you because I hadn’t heard from you since you left. I tried calling your cell phone a couple of times to see if you made it to Naples, but the system said your number was out of service. I called all our friends and no one knew anything. It was like you were abducted by aliens or something – poof, disappeared!”

“Yeah, well, that’s actually what I’m apologizing about. After the divorce from Casey [my lunatic sister] I just needed some time to regroup. I needed to make some clean and final cuts from people and places that reminded me of the bad times.

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“I’m feeling better now. Bought a little condo in Naples, not far from the beach, my work is going great, I’m actually happy at my job. Can you believe it, I even got a cat!”

“Oh Ben, I am so, so, so happy for you! No one deserves to be happier than you do, especially after all the hell my sis.. (I cannot say the word ‘sister’ we are disowned from each other) uh, Casey put you through.”

We chatted and laughed all the way through two cups of green tea and I even had a couple butter cookies. I was so happy that Ben considered me as one of his closest friends.

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Although we both survived destructive relationships with Casey, neither of us ever mentions or wonders about her. For us, it is as though her evil spirit has dissipated into another realm from which we are protected.

Daily Post: Bad SignalSomeone’s left you a voicemail message, but all you can make out are the last words: “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you months ago. Bye.” Who is it from, and what is this about?

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DAY NINE

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