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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Concentration (07/24/08)

TITLE: Wasn't Easy Anymore
By
07/29/08


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“Now where did I put them?” Lois Todd said out loud. Standing in her hallway checking her purse, she was making sure she had everything. It was her turn to pick up her good friend, Carol, this month. After they both turned sixty-five and retired, they made plans every month to spend an evening enjoying local concerts and plays.

This month’s adventure featured a brass quartet on the local college campus. Lois had everything in her purse but one thing; she didn’t have the tickets. She remembered putting them in a good place, somewhere she could easily find them. She ran through her mental list of good places like the dresser top, nightstand, or kitchen table.

“Think, think,” she said to herself. Maybe they were on the outside of the refrigerator? Sometimes she clipped important papers there. She entered the kitchen. Her short heels clicked smartly as she quickly crossed the tile. Her heart lifted as her face gained a smile standing in front of the refrigerator.

The old white two-door refrigerator was covered with many, many colorful homemade pictures. So many, that the sheer weight of one more would cause the appliance to cave through the floor.

My wonderful grandchildren, she thought. Four-year-old Tommy liked bugs and small crawly things. Those were the globs of reds and oranges with black lines shooting out from the sides. Must be a spider, she decided. There were equally as many from horse lover Melissa. She showed exceptional talent for a six year old. Melissa had drawn a mother horse and its baby, under an apple tree. Another one showed a deep red colored horse jumping a high wooden rail fence. Lois lovingly touched and caressed each picture, remembering the joy these precious children brought to her life.

Lois was back in time holding her first box of crayons she got for her fifth birthday. The smell of the waxy sticks, the gleam of brand new color and the feel of holding the crayon in her hand, never went away. Her mom cut open brown paper bags and Lois filled them up with drawings. The thrill of putting rainbows of color on brown paper was fantastic. The words of encouragement from her mother were even more special. “Oh Lois, what beautiful pictures. They are just wonderful. I love you, Sweetie! But you’re going to be late.”

Late? Who said that? She smiled at her weaknesses. If it wasn’t her forgetfulness, it was hearing voices. Everyday she struggled trying to remember the simplest things, but could remember way back in time. It wasn’t easy anymore. She reached to open the refrigerator door thinking a glass of juice did sound good.

Wait!

She was looking for something. Now what was it? With a look towards heaven, she said a quiet prayer, “Lord, I know you’re busy, but could you please help me find those…?”

Her phone rang, interrupting the rest of her plead.

Lois looked at the clock and saw the time. Oh, no, the concert. She still hadn’t found the tickets.

The phone rang again.

She knew it was Carol. Lois felt her heart beat faster. She wanted a cold drink. Oh, Lois, think...concentrate! Where did you put those tickets?

Ring! The phone demanded her attention.

“Hello,” Lois meekly answered the phone.

“Lois,” said Carol. “I’m ready, so come on by. And make sure you bring our tickets.”

Lois was silent. What could she say? Her memory had been fading slowly the last three or four years. Why couldn’t she remember where she placed things? Such an easy thing, really.

“All right, Carol. But I...I’ and as Lois struggled with words, she saw a tiny envelope wedged between the phone and the wall. What was that? She snatched it. On the front of the envelope, written in her handwriting was ‘tickets for concert’. Giggling like she was seven years old, she said a prayer of thanks.

“What’s that, Lois? What did you say?”

“Why yes, I have the tickets, Carol. Did you think I’d loose something as important as those? See you in about ten minutes.”


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Anita van der Elst07/31/08
Reminded me of my grandma many years ago who wrote to me to tell me how God helped her find something she'd misplaced! Nicely done.
Lucile McKenzie07/31/08
Ah, yes, so many of us have been there and done that. I almost expected her to find the tickets in the refrigerator--I can see me doing that! Good job!
Marlene Austin08/02/08
Your detailed thoughts really brought the MC to life. You clearly painted the pain in her realization of the problem. Nice job. :)
Debra Martinez08/03/08
This is my favorite kind of writing. It lets me see someone (who has the same life issues that I do!) as he or she deals with daily life, relying on God to make it through. Good job. It flowed well. One thing from the Grammaer Nerd: lose has only one o. Loose is what I wish my clothes were again! Thanks for a great read. D