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This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
It, (‘Six Sentence StoryA1), is our contribution to the larger set of posts that, combined, represent this week’s manifestation of the Six Sentence Story bloghopA+N Taken as a group, [A+Nx], are this week’s collection of stories of six and only/precisely six sentence in length.
…Denise is the host.
The prompt word:
IRON
“What’s this thing,” new PF Flyers allowing a preadolescent en pointe, Jeremy finger-hooked the wooden handle of a dark metal triangle, all but out of sight on a cobwebbed shelf.
“It’s an iron,” his mother’s voice came from a distance not physically possible between two occupants in the same attic; had the boy been older by a multiple of adolescence, he might’ve identified the faux-leather and date-embossed book in her lap as the cause of her distraction.
“Where’s the power cord,” arm muscles pulled on his shoulder like a sailor holding the railing of a capsizing ship; being naturally athletic, which is to say, ‘young’, he let the weight get almost free of his grasp before transforming its downward path into an upwards curve.
“It doesn’t have one,” using the the two questions to break free of the emotions lurking, like ancient runes scribed with a felt tip pen across it’s glossy pages, she paused before opening the yearbook, detritus of the psychosocial battlefield of high school, for the moment, un-mourned.
With a pause that could not be mistaken, at least in a mother’s imagination, as her son’s sprint into the realms of his mind, racing up and down corridors lined with bookshelves of lost or not-yet-understood information, Jeremy laughed, “So it’s like a panini maker for clothes?”
Laughter fractured her mood, the pieces re-assembling into the memory of a girl determined to find the book at the end of the rainbow, its wisdom sufficient to make her seem just like her friends; Jeremy’s mother pulled her son close, both laughing at the endlessly fascinating puzzle of their respective worlds.
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Great six!
Thanks M
I’ve seen that kind of iron only on TV. :-)
Never owned one… have seen them (most often as doorstops and bookstops)
Where’s the cord? Heehee Lovely six☺
Thanks Lisa
A sweet glimpse into a moment in time between mother and son.
Attics can be very cool places (as long as there’s no spiders!)
Personally, I’m grateful for the electric iron and even that, I believe, is on the verge of becoming a relic of the past, if it isn’t already lol.
I tend to associate basement with the presence of spiders, for some reason. Cobwebs, totally in attics.
Blimey. very touching
gor… get on wid ye
Attics have magical contents. Irons are the best. In the words of sunbeam: “with this Sunbeam iron, all things are possible.”
lol
It was no wonder a whole day was devoted to ironing in days of yore. Those irons were heavy! I’m glad I missed that generation, but even in the 40’s a mother or family could be kept busy sprinkling the clothes and ironing most of the day depending on the size of the family.
Clever – “panini maker for clothes”
there was, I believe, a cast iron holder for a iron to put on the (cast iron) stove… ah, the romance of the life in olden times
lol
Oh, wonderful. And that panini maker comment, priceless.
Thanks, M
Attic = good setting! And nice use of the cue word to give us a tender moment between a mother and son. Can picture him making arcs in the air with the iron in his hand. The panini maker for clothes is excellent :) I’m sure it was my great nan who had one of those old irons, and in the end she used it as a door stop.
What a nice time in the attic for these two. And I see that iron coming downstairs for all kinds of repurposing adventures.
yes, both encountered the past and came away better for it