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