It has been a while since I’ve posted…
so, here is another small writing prompt that will get us going again.
Something you had that was stolen
The philosophical answer to this gritty question might be that you stole someone’s heart, stole away in the night, or some cheesy version of these sorts of ideas. My children stole my heart. I love them to death. However, let’s get down to the nitty of this gritty. What have you really stolen? Merchandise, something belonging to someone else, or even something inexcusable like steeling a car or money of some mass quantity. For me personally, the only thing I can remember steeling, on purpose, was a deck of cards from a teacher I had in the fifth grade. I have no clue why I did it, but I remember having free time that day in class. I sat beside the low bookcases full of board games, doodads, extra paper, and other various school paraphernalia. We chose what we wanted, sat back down, and began to entertain ourselves. You only get one guess as to what I chose.
My grandmother, who was the prime raiser of this child, taught me how to play solitaire the old fashioned way – with a deck of cards. In the mid 80s, there was no computerized solitaire game with bouncing cards or fireworks for a win. Oh no. It was remembering how to lay out the cards and not being able to cheat much. Now, this deck of cards wasn’t your stereotypical red or blue Bicycle brand. They were solid white, like a shade darker, but lighter than newsprint, and had a retro-fabulous picture of dull, multi-colored mushrooms on them. Those of you who lived congnizant in the 60s and 70s remember how fun and popular patchwork ‘everything’ was. Well, that’s how these mushrooms were, with their brown and orange plaids, navy polka dots, and deep red paisleys.
I quickly set to writing my initials on every card so as to plead my case that they were mine. Again, I have absolutely no clue as to why I may have wanted these cards. Perhaps there was an upcoming field trip, and I had a notion of needing that deck of cards to bring along. It wasn’t to impress friends; I had plenty of them at that age.
After a while, I did feel quite a bit of guilt. It must have passed ,though, because I kept those cards for a while. I honestly don’t know what happened to that deck of cards, but I remember them vividly. Guilt passes and so did they.
When I saw this prompt, I scratched my head at the thought of a deck of mushroom-festooned cards. I still, to this day, do not know what was up with that, and I probably will never know. Leave a comment and tell me what you may have stolen… even if it was a heart or glance at someone you love.
To read about the flip side click here.