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The Hinge
Dot shuffled through the kitchen gulping the last swallow of her coffee bottoms up style. Wiping the dripping liquid from her mouth with her sleeve, she placed the cup in the already overflowing sink. As she peered out the dirty window, a toothless grin spread across her face.
“It’s a beautiful spring day.” She voiced out loud. “Gonna get my rubber boots on and start gettin’ my garden ready.”
Humming a tune of her own, Dot donned her favorite straw gardening hat and her rubber boots and headed out the front door. The screen door slammed shut and Dot looked back as if she was offended.
“Dagnabit!” Dot scowled at the door as if it could hear her. “I’m gonna hafta fix your hinge yet?”
Dot gave the screen door a once over look as she opened it back up for inspection. The top hinge was coming loose and needed to have a screwdriver taken to it. When she let go of the door she noticed that the door banged on the frame.
“Been gettin’ worse all winter long.” She mumbled as she began to rummage through a pile of odds and ends on one end of the porch.
Dot stood up suddenly, holding a stack of plastic mini muffin containers from the bakery at the grocery store. “These will be perfect for startin’ my tomatoes.”
Excited about the thought of gardening, Dot waddled out to her shed in the back yard in search of seed packets and potting soil. Opening the door slowly, she waved her arms in the air to wipe down any spider webs that might be in the way. Continuing to wave her arms, she searched for the string tied to a chain, in the middle of the shed. A quick pull to turn on the light and, “click”….. No light.
“Dagnabit! Light’s burnt out.” Waving her arms again, Dot headed out of the shed. “Forgot that light burnt out last summer,” she mumbled to herself on the way to the house in search of a light bulb.
Slam! The screen door banged. Dot turned and glared at it as she shuffled to the cupboard in the laundry room. Soon she was heading out the door with a fresh light bulb in hand.
As morning slipped away, Dot happily hummed and mumbled while filling the plastic mini muffin trays with dirt and tomato seeds. She carefully placed the finished products in the window of the shed where they would be greeted each day by the warm spring sun.
Realizing that several hours had passed since she had eaten anything, Dot shuffled back towards the house. Slam! This time the screen door slammed so hard the screws to the hinge came completely out of the door frame. Dot’s mind was on her growling stomach and she didn’t even bat an eye at the noise from the screen door.
Soon her lunch dishes were added to the ever growing pile of dirty dishes in the sink. Grabbing a bag of potatoes off the table, Dot shuffled towards the door. Opening the screen door all the way, she placed the bag of potatoes on the porch to prop the offending screen door open.
“No more banging from you today.” Dot proclaimed on her way to her garden.
Long after the sun had gone down, Dot was sitting with her feet up and smiling quietly to herself. She had worked in her garden and she was happy. The wind blew and the screen door, still propped open by the bag of potatoes, flapped quietly. Dot had decided she would hunt for the screwdriver tomorrow and fix that hinge.
All throughout the night, the wind howled as a thunder storm blew through the area. As Dot awoke in the morning the sun was shining and plump red breasted robins were happily hunting for fat worms and bathing in the puddles. Dot downed the last of her coffee, wiped her mouth with her sleeve and gazed out the dirty kitchen window.
“Maybe I’ll get to work in the garden again today.” She mumbled as a toothless grin spread across her face. Donning her straw hat, and slipping into her rubber boots, she shuffled for the door.
Opening the door, Dot was shocked to see her screen door lying in her garden. Caught by the wind it had blown off the remaining hinges. Kicking the bag of potatoes with her rubber booted toe all she could say was, “Dagnabit!”
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