He had booked the last flight home and it was intentional. “That way, they won’t be expecting me. The element of surprise will be on my side,” he thought with satisfaction. The plane’s wheels hit the tarmac rudely jostling the passengers and then it sped toward the gate before the pilot applied the brakes. The aircraft then coasted the remaining part of the way until it nosed its way to the gate.
“Right, showtime,” he said to himself as he hefted his carry-on bag from the overhead bin. He knew his family would not be overjoyed to see him. His father, in particular, had muttered “Get out of my sight,” in disgust and frustration the last time they saw each other. His mother would be his saving grace. He was her weak spot, her Achilles heel. He felt a pang of guilt when he thought about how he would play to that to get her to loosen her purse strings yet again. But not enough to deter him. After all, there was a great Casino in his hometown and he felt his next big win coming on.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “ght.” Find a word that contains the letters “ght” in that order, and use it any way you’d like. Bonus points if you use three or more different words containing those letters. Have fun!
I like the idea of dresses. Of seeing striking models in the Christmas flyers wearing dresses glittering with gold or silver sparkles. They wear silky black stockings on their legs and shiny high-heeled patent leather shoes on their feet. Their hair and makeup is perfect and they smile, white teeth flashing against red lipstick, as if someone off-camera has just said something amusing. I imagine they are ready to throw on a fashionable faux-fur coat and go off to a party where they will nibble on fancy hors d’oeuvres and drink champagne from beautiful, crystal flutes.
I like the idea of dresses. Of seeing the same models wearing flowing, pastel-colored dresses in summer flyers. Their bare feet are in cute sandals, their shiny hair swings free. Makeup is minimal because it’s summer, time to leave all that behind and enjoy the heat and sunshine unencumbered. Their look is natural and carefree. The sophistication of stockings and heels is gone but they are beautiful all the same – just in a different way.
I like the idea of dresses. But I don’t actually like wearing them. I have one or two hanging in my closet, bought for special occasions and never worn again. Lined up below them on the closet floor is a pair of the requisite black high heels. But I prefer the feel of denim on my legs (full-length or shorts, depending on the season) topped with a warm cozy sweater and colorful scarf in winter and light and airy T-shirt in summer. I guess I’m just not a “dress kind of girl”.