Write a post about anything you’d like, but be sure to include this sentence somewhere in the final paragraph:
“He tried to hit me with a forklift!”
He had told her that he would be going out with friends that night, so she expected him to be late. But when she got up in the morning, he still hadn’t returned. And there were no messages on her phone.
She began to be worried. She tried calling him but his phone was off. He hadn’t told her where he was going and with whom. So who was she supposed to call now? When she looked out the window she saw there had been a storm at night. She started thinking of the worst. Had there been an accident on the highway? Should she call the police or the hospitals?
An hour passed. Her phone beeped. He had messaged her. An incoherent message, something about his phone battery being discharged and a night spent sleeping in the car. Her worry changed to anger. How could he be so irresponsible? Didn’t he know how worried she would get?
Another beep. This time he was telling her that he would sleep a bit and come home in an hour and a half. She was fuming now. He had offered her no apologies or explanations.
She would teach him a lesson. She got out her car and left. “Don’t expect me to be waiting for you at home” she thought to herself. Around two hours later when she was in the mall, her phone rang. He was calling her. She turned it to silent. “That will serve him right. Let HIM worry now.”
Several missed calls later she turned for home. It had started to rain heavily. She could hardly see the road. She didn’t feel so clever now and wished she had just stayed at home.
When she reached home he was waiting by the door for her. “Where were you? I’ve been worried sick” he shouted.
“Wait a minute! I’m supposed to ask you that?” They got into a shouting match. Thankfully their son was at school and didn’t have to hear them. Maybe that’s why they didn’t bother keeping their voices down. She was so angry that he had asked her for an explanation. She grabbed the little dinosaur lying on the floor and threw it at him. It hit him on the face. He looked around for something to retaliate with. On the table next to him were his son’s construction vehicles. She ducked and something hit the wall behind her.
“I can’t believe it,” she thought to herself. “He tried to hit me with a forklift!”
She must have said it out loud because he burst out laughing. “No silly, that’s a front digger!” And they both laughed together.
Daily Prompt: Non Sequitur
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