Occupy Daily Prompt

Blogger Butterfly Mind asked her readers
to provide prompts for her 10-minute free write.
Minimal editing. No story. Just thoughts spilling onto the page.

An expired library card
A receipt for flowers
Cotton swabs
One-half of a pair of scissors
Waffle

I haven’t written for a prompt in a while.

And maybe the recent events is why these two call so strongly to me; but the receipt for flowers and waffles.

For the longest time receiving flowers was a bad thing for me. And I guess they still are since I haven’t gotten flowers since then. I haven’t had any positive experiences with flowers in so long…

Warren #2 would only get me flowers when he was guilty of something.

They weren’t a token of affection. They were a sign that in a day or two he was going to admit to something that was going to hurt me. Something that was going to break our relationship further. Two years of receiving flowers in such a way makes me think of them as purely a sign of mourning.

I’m going to kill a part of you. Here is something pretty to remember that shattered piece by.

One day that will change. Today is not that day.

The waffle prompt reminds me of when I would go to Waffle House with my dad when I was younger. I don’t remember what he would get, but I remember he would always get me a pecan waffle, with butter and syrup. I would never be able to finish it because it was so big. I still can’t finish them. But they were an amazing treat that I always looked forward to.

It’s one of the few good memories I hold and cherish about my dad. He may have his character flaws, we all do, but he loved me and one of the things that reminds me of that is pecan waffles on a Saturday morning.