This snippet is written for Tuesday Tales, where a group of authors write to a word or picture prompt each week. This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘annoying.’
Enjoy the snippet here, then go check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.
Peggy knew she’d better get started. The reading and homework weren’t going to get done while she sat there and fretted about it. And if she dallied too long, the boys would wake up and her school time would be lost.
Opening the book, she started reading.
Mesopotamia? Where was that?
Peggy kept reading.
“The ancient Mesopotamians were particularly interested in using architecture to plan and advance their cities. Major building materials included clay and mud brick. From these raw materials, Mesopotamians were known for creating large houses with central courtyards and terraced pyramids called ziggurats.”
And what is a ziggurat? This is getting annoying. I don’t want to read about all this ancient drivel. What does this have to do with interior design? It’s not like I’m going to be decorating a tomb or anything.
I just want to learn to decorate houses in today’s time. I want to know how to pick furniture. How to pull different styles together. How to choose paint colors. How to buy paint. And wallpaper. Who to hire? Where to find the materials I need.
Peggy closed her eyes, and a slow sigh escaped her lips, as if its breath would ease out and surround her frustration and make it all magically better. She peeked her eyes open. It didn’t work. The book still lay open in front of her.
Shaking her head, she turned the page and continued.
Soon, she knew more about the Ziggurat at Ur than she wanted to know. Okay, she muttered as she read along, key words betting uttered out loud in exasperation.
“…one of the last standing monuments of the Sumerians…”
“…meant to honor the city’s patron god Nanna…”
She giggled at that thought. Her mother-in-law was a Nana, not ever wanting to be called Grandma.
She may be a Nana, but she’s certainly no god, although sometimes she seems to think she’s one.
Peggy’s hand flew to her mouth to clamp the words tightly inside, not wanting them to be spoken out loud. Oh gracious, wouldn’t that cause a war in the house if Derek heard her speak against his mother like that. He had his own issues with her. It was okay for him to find fault with his mother – but Peggy couldn’t.
Enough of that! Peggy chided herself.
Back to these horrid ancient monuments.
As she read, the initial aggravation about having to read about these archaic structures eased. She started to find the information intriguing.
“…there was a bedchamber for a woman of the village and the priest would bring things for the god’s use.”
“…meant to be meeting places between heaven and earth and thus, the stairs that came about as a result of construction were able to be traversed by humans…”
The further she read, the more engrossed she became. The pages now turned without a conscious thought. Soon she was deep in the pyramids. When her phone dinged with a text, she jerked to present day in surprise, almost ripping a page in the process.
Check out the other delightful tales you’ll find at Tuesday Tales.