Because I was Late

Oh I had my excuses- I had to find my keys, I got stuck talking to people- but mostly it was just a slow morning & I just didn’t feel any need or desire to rush.  I didn’t hop on my bike until I’d normally already be at work but I didn’t worry too much about that; I just enjoyed the ride.

About halfway there I spotted a woman on the road ahead who had dropped her groceries. “Do you need help?” I called out.

“Yes, please.” She answered. So I paused and bent to pick up her bags that seeped creamy iced coffee from broken bottles. Blood poured from her clenched hand. So pragmatically, I sent her inside to wash it off. Her neighbor came across the street to help so I delegated the bag carrying to him while I parked my bike in her open garage. That sweet man brought in her trashcan while he was at it and then offered to take her to the hospital. It was a good thing too cause I don’t think she was quite feeling up to riding on my handlebars.

While we waited for her neighbor to grab his car, she had me fetch her phone from the back room of her house so she could call the people who were supposed to come cut her trees and tell them that they could still come; she just wouldn’t be there.

“I’m shaking,” she said when she hung up.

“Of course you are, you’re in shock.” I replied and made her drink some water.

“How can I ever repay you?”

“You can’t. Pay it forward.”

When she finally climbed into her neighbor’s car, she gave me a hug  and called me an angel. And you know, that’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.


Bicycle Problems

The first day on the job, I decided to ride my bike because the bus doesn’t get very close to my work. A couple blocks from home the gears decided not to shift so I rode in a circle, messing with them and singing “Bike don’t fail me now. Time do not betray me,” until I decided I didn’t have time for this and turned towards home, hoping someone could give me a ride.

“Miss. Do you need help with your bike?”

“Yes! Please.” I stopped and backed up and met a new friend who lent the extra hands I needed to manually shift the gears. Then I was off, and still beat my supervisor to work.

Daddy Always Said

I don’t remember why they left me at home alone. Just that they did. & that I was FURIOUS about it. & a little scared. I lit a couple candles just in case the electricity went out. Then I blew them out because that was stupid & stormed upstairs to my room.

There was a giant crash.

& just like in a horror movie, I went to investigate. There was no sign of forced entry, no open doors or windows, & no burglars or serial killers in sight. Not even any cereal killers. But the oven door— had shattered into shards across the floor. I touched a shard. It was cool. I wasn’t. I was freaking out. I didn’t know what to do & it was before cellphones so I couldn’t even call my parents.

I was alone.

Just then- the phone rang.

It was my gramma & her voice was exactly what I needed to hear.

All these years later, we still don’t know what happened. But then, Daddy always said I had a bogart. & Mom always said I had angels.

via Daily Prompt: Gremlins

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