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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: BETTER OPTION
By esther robinson
02/13/08


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The vow of Mrs. and Mr. Edward, ‘no bickerings before children’ evaporated with passage of time, got recycled in the form of a heavy downpour making the loop complete for the next cycle. Both of them worked hard for making both ends meet. The whole family had problem particularly in dealing with commonplace tantrum and they patiently pursed hoping some technique would help resolve it all these days. Finally the day came.

It was a weekend. The Edward family had planned for a moonlit dinner in the pier and they eagerly looked forward for that great time. Edward promised to pick his wife from office and on their way back home, “Honey! How was the day?” in ecstasy he asked his wife only to regret it the next moment.

“Hectic. Tough time with my boss. I made a mistake. If only I had not helped her earlier, would have saved my skin.” Linda Edward pointed out only the tip of a hidden iceberg like problem.

As the conversation progressed, Edward’s earnest effort to untie tension that troubled his wife over a problem at her place of work turned out to be an unsuccessful rocket launch. Both hurled words like playing throw ball creating an imaginary court considering themselves as opponents when in truth they were expected to play as a team, as a husband and wife, biblically by being ‘one flesh’.

Both of them entered their home with their faces turned in different direction snarling at each other like a cat and dog. That is when something strange happened as Edward tapped his forehead beckoning his brain to bring some solution for handling this unruly outburst called ‘brooding over the past.’

Steve and Steffi, their children came rushing downstairs competing with each other to be first in welcoming their parents home. In doing so, Steve tripped on Steffi danced like a seesaw before dashing against a table wherein a cup of leftover lemonade had rested. At Steffi’s slightest touch, being disturbed from rest the cup tossed high and blessed by gravitational pull it traveled down then the contents splashed like a little fountain before making the floor a mess.

Steffi blamed between sobs. “Steve pushed me and that is why….”

Steve ridiculed her “No! I had no such intentions. She lost her balance and fell. Should have been careful.”

Just a few minutes back, parents stopped their sport of throw ball only to see their children begin the game.

Steffi continued crying.

Finally Edward uttered a firm statement. “Now come on Steffi, will you stop crying? Either you keep crying or clean up this mess along with Steve. Just two possibilities and the choice is yours if we all should go to the pier today.”

Drawing strength from those words of inspiration, the face of Linda that had drooped because of the storm just a few minutes earlier straightened and smiled again. She got the solution to her problem and an idea struck her mind as to how effectively she could deal with her boss.

Forgetting the fight, she turned towards her husband. “That’s wonderful! There can be just one way of handing this situation and that is the best way. Clean up the mess.” Although tired, she got up to help Steffi. Steve came along also.

Darks clouds bearing downpour of dirty words were swept away by the breeze of those befitting words. The lovely thought asking to get up from such suppressing situations instead of giving room for it to place its icy hands brought brilliant bright rays of happiness on all their faces.

That was indeed a lovely day when the whole family learnt a lesson on conquering that commonplace. Dealing with what has happened. Now they knew how to hold her using the right handle. All of them understood that crying no doubt is an option but cleaning up the mess would be a better or much preferable alternative.

On their way to enjoy a delightful dinner at the pier, Edward read aloud a SMS received from his friend, “Never think of the past it brings tears, never think of the future it brings fears so live life in the present with a lot of cheers.”

Next time when talks of the past showed its ugly head through any of their family members they reminded this incident to set right the mess instead of taking it to heart.


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Yvonne Blake 02/16/08
We all have days like this once in awhile. I like the saying at the end.
Good writing.
Marlene Austin02/17/08
Good plot; however, some phrasing and grammatical errors were confusing to me at times.