Where your mind wanders

Sometimes while writing something comes out of you and you have no idea where it came from.  It may be something you might use later or it might be something very unlike anything you normally spend your time with.  It wasn't too long ago that this appeared from nowhere for me.  I thought it might be worth a share.

When you are sitting at your keyboard letting your mind flow, do you often save what comes out as a just in case?  Or do you make a habit of getting rid of anything that you feel might lead into areas you don't want to explore?

 

 

The room is dimly lit.  He is sitting at a pc.  Loud music surrounds him.  He closes his eyes drawn in to the song.  It is one of his favorites, one he hasn’t heard in a long time.  He starts looking around, not sure of what he is looking for.  It strikes him almost from nowhere. A desire he hasn’t had in a long time.  He craves a cigarette. Something he hasn’t had in a long time.  His hand almost shakes with the desire for one.  He continues typing into the keyboard fighting the urge.   He doesn’t have any in the house anyway.  He forces himself to sit at the keyboard to keep from getting in his car and going to the store.

 

He stops long enough to look around the room.  The tv is shut off, no one is around.  He has been so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice when they left.  How long ago was it?  Where did she say she was going?  He gets up from his desk and walks into the bathroom.  There is a note on the mirror.  We went to the mall be back soon.  Love you.

 

He looks at the clock.  She didn’t say how long she would be gone.  It’s almost dinner time.  He goes to the fridge and looks inside.  Finding the chicken breasts she set out earlier to thaw, he plugs in the grill.  Soon the smell of grilled chicken fills the house.   He steps into the pantry, finding a can of corn and some potatoes.  He puts the potatoes in the oven and the corn on a pan on the stove. 

 

Tires crunch across the gravel of the driveway.  Soon the sound of three doors slamming shut breaks the soft ness of the air.  The front door opens.  Two girls bound into the house.  She comes in just after them, looking slightly frazzled.  "Kids for sale," she says.

 

"Not sure I want any," He smiles softly at her.  The girls run up to him hugging his legs. 

 

"We were shopping."  The oldest looks up at him big smile on her face.

 

"I gathered that," he said.  He looks at his wife.” You must be brave."

 

"Not sure what I was thinking."  A heavy sigh escapes her.  "Wanna unload the car."

 

"If I gotta."  He walks through the front door.  He returns shortly thereafter with some bags in his hands.  Seeing his wife at the stove, “Oh dinner should be ready soon."

 

"Great."   The girls come racing outta their room, the youngest is crying screaming something about her sister and not sharing.  "I don’t wanna hear about it.  Talk to your father."

 

"They been like this all day?" 

 

"As always," she said.  "They have been straining every nerve I have left and there aren’t that many."