Assignment #12 Writing 101
Today’s Prompt for Writing 101: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
Today’s twist: include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.
The good news is, she lives 6 hours away from me right now. The bad news is, she is moving back to my area in three weeks. I am referring to my sister. She is like a walking, living, breathing human tornado that destroys, or tries to destroy everything and everyone in her path. (I wish I were joking).
I answered the telephone this morning and the voice on the other line automatically put me on high “red-alert.”
My sister, Chauna is on the other line and she immediately informs me, “These people here are trying to declare me incompetent and take all my money away from me. They are all trying to steal from me.” (These people = her daughter, son-in-law, brother, mother).
Because I don’t believe one word of it, I say, “No, I don’t believe that. They have no reason to steal from you. Why do they need to steal from you Chauna? They have plenty of their own money.”
“Well,” she says, “I can’t explain it but they are and I’m getting the hell out of here.” (Big City). She starts whining, “They tried to steal my RV from me and now I can’t get it out of the consignment place until May 8.”
I remind her, “They put it in the consignment place because you told Rex to handle it for you because you wanted to sell it. He is just trying to sell it for you!”
Now she begins barking, “Well he didn’t ask me if he could put it in the consignment shop and now I can’t get it out until May 8. He should have asked me if he could do that. I would have told him I would only put it in the consignment shop if I could get it out anytime I wanted to.”
By this time I am getting very frustrated, “How was he suppose to know you wanted to be able to get it out anytime you want to. You don’t even have a truck to pull it with.”
Then she immediately states, “Well I might have wanted to get it out and he didn’t ask me if he could put it in there and I’m madder than hell at him.”
I ask her, “So this is all about control not really about the RV?”
“Well, maybe.” She stated, then adds, “I should have had control of that RV not Rex!”
(This horrible conversation continues for 15 more minutes then turns to something else).
After listening to her barking for 20 minutes I am really getting exasperated. She begins to tell me, “He (her daughter’s husband) has declared my daughter incompetent and has taken over all of her money.”
I am stunned, “What? Why would he do that? That doesn’t make sense!”
She further tells me, “She says that Rex will not allow her to see me anymore unless I hand over the control of all my money to him.”
I am shocked. “What?! (I highly doubt this is true). Why would he want to take control of your money? I just have a hard time believing that.”
“Well he did!” She states matter-of-factly, ” I can’t stand him. He’s a snake and I can’t stand him.”
I am really wanting this conversation to end, “So this all about the fact that you dislike Rex so much you are willing to give up your own daughter?”
“Yes, I am.” She informs me, ” I am not having him control me or take control of my money.”
I inform her, for the thousandth time, “Chauna, you have GOT to go to the doctor and get on some medicine.”
“No I don’t.” She barks, “I don’t need medicine! I need to get the hell out of here!”
“Yes, Chauna, you do.” I further remind her (once again), “You have a chemical imbalance and you need medicine to control it.”
She starts her barking again, “Everybody thinks the world’s problems can be solved with a f—ing pill!”
(OMG, Help ME! And she’s going to be here in 3 weeks)
* Names have been changed. I am not exaggerating this conversation. If anything, I have tamed it down and removed all but one of the curse words.