Welcome to Fiction Friday…
Today I will talk about Cell Phones and Junk Drawers
I knew something was wrong when the two symbols at the bottom of my cell phone were the only things that lit.
How do we mortals fix our electronics?
We turn them off. Then turn them on again.
When you call a cell phone support tech from someone else’s cell phone they always ask the annoying question.
“Did you try turning it off?”
When you go to the emergency room the nurses aide, nurse and the doctor on call will always ask…
“When was your last bowel movement?”
Sorry, got off subject…
Okay, nothing on my phone was responding to my touch. I did not know how to turn it completely off. So I pried the protective covering off using my thumbnail and a pen.
I couldn’t figure out how to get the back off so I could pull the battery out. I had never seen the phone out of its protective clothing and discovered some thin plastic around the silver edging to pull off.
Then I noticed I was leaving finger prints on the back and obsessed over getting those off. A naked sound control and a naked power button cried out to be pressed. This resulted in more fingerprints.
During my cleaning breakdown I thought of my Kindle. To shut them down I always pressed and held the power button.
YES. It worked. I shut the phone all the way down and restarted it.
Then set to work on the fingerprints, again. While I was cleaning the back I bought something on Google. I think it was a book but I can’t find it, now. Hope it wasn’t a car.
I got everything shined up and put the protective gear back on my phone when a message popped up to remind me it is Fiction Friday.
Drawers tell a lot about a person. You really want to know your neighbor’s mind, just look in the junk drawer.
When you feel stuck with your WIP check out his or her junk drawer. You never know what you might find…
The following is an excerpt of a NaNo Project from November 2008.. The point of NaNoWriMo is to write without editing.. and keep writing. The excerpt below is in its very first seat of my pants draft..
What’s in your Junk Drawer?
Back at the house, Elizabeth chopped up some veggies for a salad and loaded the dishwasher with the morning’s cup and plate. She sat with her salad and tap water wondering what to do next. Then after some thought a junk drawer caught her eye.
Drawers tell a lot about a person. You really want to know your neighbor’s mind, just look in the junk drawer. There were a few junk drawers in the house she had shared with Steve over the last two decades. She started with the kitchen.
Rubberbands and paperclips. Rubberbands have a sort of half life, a point at wich they stop stretching and stop snapping. She pulled the small trash can from beneath the sink and dropped them in. She didn’t really need the paper clips either, when was the last time anyone needed to clip paper? Out they went. A stray butter knife she tossed into the sink. Ink pen, blue, two bic pens, black, out.
You know what, she thought out loud, I’m tossing it all. The pulled the drawer free and tipped the contents into the round file. The little rubber mat stuck fast so she sat the drawer back up on the counter and pried it loose at one corner with a finger nail. She pulled it loose the rest of the way, rolling it as she went. Beneath there was an envelope. An old crusty thing, she poked the rubber mat into the trash and began lifting the dingy paper from the drawer bottom. She was about to toss it out of hand when the return address caught her eye.
Come back next week to see another Fiction Friday Post..
Don’t touch anything sharp…