Sunday Scribblings post-Prompt "Search"
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“Hey, Sweetheart, you seen my keys?”
I dread this question. I dread this question above almost any others because I don't have any good way to answer it. Because I recognize that organization beyond keeping track of plots and characters in my head is not always my strong suit, I have developed a system to keep myself on track. I write things down. I color code the writing. Above everything else, I always put the important things in the same place. This is the whole reason why there is a very cool ceramic plate with a dragon on it that sits on the side table in our entry way. I put it there to put our keys on so that they're easy to find when we need them.
“No, I haven't,” I tell him honestly, “did you try looking in the fridge?”
I throw the suggestion out as a joke, because it's probably the least likely place to find them. He doesn't take it as a joke, though. I hear him go out into the kitchen and open the refrigerator door.
Then, I hear a shocked, “What the hell?”
He comes back in and holds up his keys.
“How did you know that?”
“I'm magic,” I answer, as I smirk at him.
“Hey, Sweetheart, you seen my keys?”
I dread this question. I dread this question above almost any others because I don't have any good way to answer it. Because I recognize that organization beyond keeping track of plots and characters in my head is not always my strong suit, I have developed a system to keep myself on track. I write things down. I color code the writing. Above everything else, I always put the important things in the same place. This is the whole reason why there is a very cool ceramic plate with a dragon on it that sits on the side table in our entry way. I put it there to put our keys on so that they're easy to find when we need them.
“No, I haven't,” I tell him honestly, “did you try looking in the fridge?”
I throw the suggestion out as a joke, because it's probably the least likely place to find them. He doesn't take it as a joke, though. I hear him go out into the kitchen and open the refrigerator door.
Then, I hear a shocked, “What the hell?”
He comes back in and holds up his keys.
“How did you know that?”
“I'm magic,” I answer, as I smirk at him.