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 ‘leaf.’
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The next class period, Peggy made doubly sure that she was standing at the door long before class time. After her faux pas at the museum the week before, there was no way she was going to face her teacher’s ire by being late again.
Arriving twenty minutes early, she was the first one there. She tried the handle, just to be sure. Still locked.
Leaning up against the brick wall, Peggy thought of pulling out her phone and either checking email or browsing YouTube until other students arrived. She opted to keep her phone tucked in her back pocket and stood enjoying the relative silence surrounding her.
It didn’t last long. Soon others began wandering down the sidewalks, heading to other classes. The bustle gradually increased and soon several small groups clustered around the Interior Design classroom door. The younger ones tended to gather in their own little cliques and Peggy felt like the older outsider.
Fortunately, Wanda arrived before the feeling overwhelmed Peggy, and she now had a cohort. One even older than her. As they chatted and compared notes about the mandatory museum tour the week before, Peggy glanced up and caught sight of a dried leaf caught in Wanda’s hair, behind her left ear. She hesitated about saying something, but also didn’t want Wanda getting embarrassed about it later.
Knowing that she’d appreciate someone pointing out the same for her, Peggy final spoke up. “You have a hitchhiker.” She plucked the offending interloper from her friend’s tresses.
Wanda giggled as she watched the dried oak leaf flutter to the concrete. “Oops! Guess I shouldn’t do yard work before coming to school.”
“You had time to work in the yard first?”
“Of course. When your eyeballs open at three in the morning.”
“Three? Yikes. When Clifford was a baby, he used to get up at four every morning. Thank goodness that passed. Now I get them up about six. I get up at five to shower & start Derek’s coffee. I don’t think I could function waking up at three.”
“Just wait until you’re my age. You’ll find out. The body becomes a traitor.”
Before they got further into the old-age conversation, Carol whooshed up beside them, panting and out of breath. “Thank goodness I made it. I was running late and ran all the way from the parking lot.”
“Car problems?” Wanda asked.
“Kid problems. Brian decided to have a melt-down temper tantrum. Rolling around on the ground, screaming, thrashing about. I almost couldn’t get him in the car.” Carol rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh.
A slight grin lifted the corners of Wanda’s mouth. “Guess I’ll live with my old age wake up calls. Much easier than dealing with the young ones like you two are.”
Carol shifted her shoulder bag higher. “Hey, are you two going to the Interior Design Club meeting next week?”
“I’m not,” Wanda answered. “I just want to learn about the techniques. I don’t want to get involved with anything extra. I’ve got enough social commitments on my plate.”
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