Curtain Call

“Can you come here for a second?” I asked.

No reply.

“Darren?” I probed.

Still no reply.

“Darren!” I bellowed, unable to stop the irritated tone in my voice. That man will be the death of me, I thought.

“What?” came the faint response from somewhere in the garden. He was in that blasted shed again.

Oh for God’s sake! I cursed, dropping the curtain rod to the floor with a loud, metallic CLANG. It’s weight had overcome me while my husband and I played our verbal tennis match.

“Never mind now!” I screeched.

I’d have to try and get it back up later. In fact, I still wasn’t quite sure how it had fallen.

I kicked at it with my foot.

It rocked back and forth a couple of times, but stubbornly sat there.

I knew I was being childish, but red hot anger surged through me.

I hated this place.

I hated my husband.

But mostly, I hated being powerless to do anything about either one of them.

I kicked it again, harder this time. It rolled and hit the wall.

The thump was strangely satisfying. As I turned to walk away, the rod came to rest, and the end came off.

Great! I thought, now I’ve done it! We can’t afford a new rod. We can’t afford anything!

I bent down to inspect the damage and noticed, there was something wedged inside.

I reached in and pulled out rolls and rolls of tightly coiled dollar bills.

They were all hundreds and the rod was filled with them!

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“Honey?” Darren’s voice echoed through the empty bedroom.

Puzzled, but unconcerned, he went back out to his shed.

Meanwhile, I was already on the bus, heading towards my new life. I patted my suitcase and smiled.

By Sarah ©2018

Time to Write: Sentence Starter #35