I stopped cold in the middle of the shopping aisle. Something was wrong, but what? At first the silence in my mind was so subtle that I couldn’t grasp its significance. Then it dawned on me: The recitation of my shopping list that had been playing on a continual loop in my mind ever since I left the house was no longer there. It had stopped, stripping my memory of all the gotta have it items that were important enough for me to leave my home on a pajama day. I’d begrudgingly put on real clothes for this trip, and for the life of me I didn’t know what was so urgent any more. I could feel the internal lecture begin:
You could have written things down. You know how to write, and you always have paper on you. You even have that smart phone app. But, no, “I can remember it.”
I was about to get completely frustrated with myself, when I heard a loud throat clearing behind me. It turns out that my cart was completely blocking the aisle. I wrangled it to one side, and a man sped past. I offered a sheepish “Sorry” as he passed.
Patsy Cline’s “I’m sorry” started playing in my head. “That’s it! If I don’t send out a card today, I’ll need a belated birthday card!”
Excited, I started heading to that part of the store. Once my mind released the first item, the rest started falling back into place. Some took more teasing than others to pry them free, but at last my cart all the items I needed. It hadn’t been a waste of getting dressed after all. This post is my first ever submission to a writing contest called Trifecta. Each week they give a word that has to be included in the post, using a specific definition. The catch is each post must be between 33 and 333 words. My post today, all 288 words of it, was brought you by the word grasp, more specifically the third definition of the word meaning “to lay hold of with the mind : comprehend.”
I loved this activity! It reminded me of my high school AP English class with all our writing prompts. I liked this one better, though, since it gave a lot more freedom. Wait a minute, who said that? It couldn’t have been me since I gave my imagination away in the fifth grade. I might have been taken over by the pod people!
Am I the only one that long for days when I don’t have to change out of my pjs and leave the house? or Does anyone else participate in the Trifecta challenge?