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Creative Writing / Re: "The House on Vinegar Street"
« Last post by Believe_N_Me on Today at 05:02:34 PM »The television volume was turned up just loud enough to hear as Edward stepped through the front door. From the lower room, the cartoon voices on the television could be heard more distinctly. It was always a sign that Melissa was home early and the little girls had been dropped off. When Edward was not watching online videos in his room or chatting on social media, he found himself very amused by the little girls who frequently came over. He liked to observe their interactions and listen to how they viewed the world through their young lens. He often journaled their experiences in the same way David Attenborough narrated a wild life series, and he shared those writings anonymously on the social media sites under the creative forum. It was a way to share a big part of his life without fully disclosing his identity, while honing creative writing skills.
However, on this day, Edward was set to play pickle ball against old rivalries he hadn't seen in a few years. He wasn't sure if he still had the prowess in him to be a challenge, but his partner convinced him that they needed to defend their title. Edward had to make a stop at the house only because he had forgotten his paddle and sneakers. As he snuck past the entryway to his room, he noticed Emily sitting at the dining table. She was engrossed with her phone and didn't seem to care about his presence. But just as Edward disappeared into the hallway, Emily informed him.
"Tai-tai is upset that you leave things around and don't pick up after yourself," she said.
"She told you that?" Edward asked.
He didn't really expect a response because he was used to Melissa complaining about his untidiness. His real motive was to engage in a dialogue with Emily. She stopped coming around after she and her mom moved out of the house. And now that she just hit her teens, she carried that "too cool for anybody" attitude that mirrored her mom when she was at that age.
"Just stop leaving a mess. Tai-tai will take out her frustrations on my mom."
"Okay, I'll be more mindful. Your grandma gets frustrated easily so we just have to make sure we aren't doing things to trigger her," Edward advised the girl, who never looked up from her phone.
Edward left the girl to entertain herself and quickly disappeared to his room. He changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, then was quickly on his way out when Melissa came through the back sliding door that opened into the kitchen area.
"If you get started on the fence now, I won't have to chase away the neighbor's dog again tomorrow," she said.
"Were you looking for that to get done today?" he inquired, hoping she was willing to put it off for another day.
"It's already been months now," she responded. "By the way, why don't you eat before you go off to do whatever it is that you have planned. When I was at the market today, they finally had those herbs that you love in the fish soup. I prepared it the way you instructed but I think it tastes better with another type of fish. You should check to see if it's done right."
Edward excitedly rushed to the stove where Melissa had prepared a small pot of fish soup with the catch from Spring.
However, on this day, Edward was set to play pickle ball against old rivalries he hadn't seen in a few years. He wasn't sure if he still had the prowess in him to be a challenge, but his partner convinced him that they needed to defend their title. Edward had to make a stop at the house only because he had forgotten his paddle and sneakers. As he snuck past the entryway to his room, he noticed Emily sitting at the dining table. She was engrossed with her phone and didn't seem to care about his presence. But just as Edward disappeared into the hallway, Emily informed him.
"Tai-tai is upset that you leave things around and don't pick up after yourself," she said.
"She told you that?" Edward asked.
He didn't really expect a response because he was used to Melissa complaining about his untidiness. His real motive was to engage in a dialogue with Emily. She stopped coming around after she and her mom moved out of the house. And now that she just hit her teens, she carried that "too cool for anybody" attitude that mirrored her mom when she was at that age.
"Just stop leaving a mess. Tai-tai will take out her frustrations on my mom."
"Okay, I'll be more mindful. Your grandma gets frustrated easily so we just have to make sure we aren't doing things to trigger her," Edward advised the girl, who never looked up from her phone.
Edward left the girl to entertain herself and quickly disappeared to his room. He changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, then was quickly on his way out when Melissa came through the back sliding door that opened into the kitchen area.
"If you get started on the fence now, I won't have to chase away the neighbor's dog again tomorrow," she said.
"Were you looking for that to get done today?" he inquired, hoping she was willing to put it off for another day.
"It's already been months now," she responded. "By the way, why don't you eat before you go off to do whatever it is that you have planned. When I was at the market today, they finally had those herbs that you love in the fish soup. I prepared it the way you instructed but I think it tastes better with another type of fish. You should check to see if it's done right."
Edward excitedly rushed to the stove where Melissa had prepared a small pot of fish soup with the catch from Spring.