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My first submission for the Thursday Prompt, a page for a collection of writers who provide a keyword or phrase given out once a week on Thursdays in an attempt to inspire a story or to provide the means to.
This weeks prompt word was "Discard" posted on 10-26-2017, and it inspired something very close and dear to me which holds deep within my heart and I hope you guys enjoy
For those who are interested, group page here:
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Rekindled Memories - by Number01hunter
It was the end to yet another busy week for Hunter; being a drywall and paint subcontractor left him exhausted by the weekend and looking forward to the opportunity to sit back and enjoy the weekend on his own.
Much like most tradesmen, he showed much prowess and energy in his work on other customers homes that he neglected his own; stress cracks and nail pops littered every room of the split foyer home, the crown mold trim needed an update on caulk and paint as well as 15 years’ worth of scuff marks, handprints and high traffic volume, his walls needed touch up!
He had made a promise to himself that he was going to begin adorning the house this weekend, however, once again Hunter yet again found himself sitting in front of his television set and watching a soccer match – his favorite team A.S. Roma playing against Juventus; a game worthy of attention! All the while his beloved and devoted lover Ammy continued to clean house; sweeping and mopping the floors, dusting furniture and doing laundry.
“Hunter, could you be a darling and put these work materials somewhere? I’m trying to clean…” the tan wolfess called from the mudroom.
The brown and tan wolf was absorbed into his game, he heard her demand but did not comprehend that she was referring to the bag of easy sand, the set of drywall knives and pan and the bucket of paint that he placed in there with the intention of fixing their home after the match.
“I-In a minute hon…it’s almost halftime…we’re down 1 - nil and we have possession in their third! C’mon guys, get an equalizer!”
The tan wolf simply rolled her eyes, both annoyed with having this clutter in her way as well as how overzealous Hunter gets with his soccer game. She knew her love worked hard during the week and felt he did deserve to watch his favorite game, after all he did not ask for much.
Still wanting the stuff out of her way and felt it belonged in the storage closet beneath the staircase where all the other construction materials and their discarded possessions belonged. She gathered up the material and walked by Hunter who had his eyes glued and fists balled in anticipation of a goal.
“Do it…do it…come on boys! Ooh, great pass on the wing to Kolarov…get the cross…YES! To Dzeko, the volley…GOAL! WOOO! We did it babe! Edin Dzeko with the awesome volley to the back of the net to equalize! Ammy did you hear me…Ammy?”
Finally taking his eyes off the screen Hunter scanned for his mate who had not responded. Suddenly a loud crash and a screaming cry could be heard coming from the basement level and traveling up the staircase. “AMMY!?”
Acting like a winger on his own, Hunter sprinted down the staircase to find his love lying on the floor covered in various lengths of trim, boxes of drywall tape which began to roll around and various small trinkets and household collectives which had been stowed away from years of redecorating.
“My god, Ammy you ok?”
“Y-Yeah I think so…as soon as I opened the door all this shit fell on top of me…we REALLY need to clean this out and throw away all this junk!” she said with a toss of a hand.
Hunter let out a sigh, he was not the type to throw stuff away, but he was no hoarder either. All those spare materials he could always use on the job, and even though most of the stuff in the closet will never be used again, it is still nice to keep around as Hunter feels it would be a waste of his hard-earned money to throw away.
“I-I don’t just want to throw everything away Ams…maybe we can get rid of a few things like this broken record player here…but like that old tv, you never know when we need a spare,” he suggested pointing to a 32” box tv lying on its side beneath a pile of old cassettes.
“Besides I was planning on repairing some of the problems around the house after the game…”
“The house can wait babe…has been for years…this hell hole needs cleaned NOW, it nearly buried me alive!” she said with a humorous clamor.
The brown and tan wolf helped his lover to her feet and shook his head at the mess before him sprawled out on the floor, “Yeah…you’re right…ok, I’ll get a trash bag”
“What about your game?”
“It can wait, they always play post game rewinds later on anyway,” Hunter shrugged and turned to walk upstairs to fetch a sturdy garbage bag; one of the heavy-duty contractor bags would be more suitable than the household bags.
As soon as he made his way downstairs, Ammy was already scrounging through the pile of mess and sorting.
“Man, I really hate to get rid of this stuff…some of it holds sentimental value…”
“Like what?!” Ammy sharply objected
“Well, hey! See that quilt?”
“What, that old frayed, smelly thing? Get rid of it, it’s trash!”
The gray quilt was old and stained, loose threads dangled from the seams of multiple patches of fabric with woven decorations of patterns, wolf heads and paw prints. Several of the patches were missing revealing the svelte, soft plush padding which gave the old quilt its warm and supple charm.
“…my grandmother made this for me when I was a pup…I don’t remember EVER putting it in here!”
“I did…I saw it in your closet one day while I was cleaning and felt it didn’t belong, so I tossed in here…much like all the rest of your old clothes and belongings you never have anything to do with! I’m sorry babe, I should have told you…I never thought it meant that much to you” Ammy protested
Hunter lowered his ears as he felt his heart grow heavy, as he rubbed a paw over the quilt rekindling memories of his childhood and the love that was put in every stitch. He remembered vividly the moment his late, sweet grandmother gifted the quilt to him and how he nuzzled into it, being enveloped in the warmth and comfort that it brought him.
He felt a tear begin to welt in his eyes as he eyed over the fabric, and felt remorse for letting it waste away to its current condition, lost, forgotten and neglected much like all the rest of the ‘trash’ that Ammy was beginning to stuff in the bag.
With a snuffle he neatly folded the quilt and set it aside, “I’ll see if mom can mend it for me and clean it…I loved that quilt…and still do”, he said wiping his eyes and continuing to help Ammy organize and clean up the closet.
“I bet there are a lot more memorabilia in here…like all these cassettes! I am curious as to what’s on them! Maybe…”
“Maybe what babe?” Ammy asked stacking the cassettes neatly into a bin to protect them.
“Maybe in one of those old tapes…is my grandma…and that old quilt…” he said with a smile as he began to look through the tapes.
Hunter was interrupted as Ammy laid a paw on his, “Let’s finish cleaning up and getting rid of the stuff we don’t want, and we’ll watch them together”
“Good idea…”
Over the next hour, Hunter kept wondering what hidden and forgotten secrets those tapes held as he continued to help Ammy clean out the closet. Once they agreed on all the stuff that was either broken, no longer held value or was a complete waste of space was properly disposed of, they began to organize the remainder of the things that were to be kept.
At last once they were both satisfied that the closet was no longer a threat to theirs or any other person’s safety, Hunter fetched the tub of old cassette tapes. His soccer match had long been over, and he had completely forgotten about it.
His focus was on what other memories could be rekindled from the jettisoned tapes which had now become more valuable than they had in years. Ammy sat beside Hunter, the two cuddled together with his beloved quilt by his side as one by one they began to watch the old tapes.
He began to rub the fabric between his fingers of his paw, while holding his love close to him, lost in the transition of time from back when he was a pup to now, which was displayed vividly before his very eyes.
Although the tapes did not reveal the gifting of the quilt to him, they still captured him cuddling and rolling playfully, eliciting soft and playful gestures of adoration from Ammy which made him smile. He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead while pulling the quilt tight to his chest as they continued to revel in the rekindled memories of his childhood.
This weeks prompt word was "Discard" posted on 10-26-2017, and it inspired something very close and dear to me which holds deep within my heart and I hope you guys enjoy
For those who are interested, group page here:
Thursday_PromptRekindled Memories - by Number01hunter
It was the end to yet another busy week for Hunter; being a drywall and paint subcontractor left him exhausted by the weekend and looking forward to the opportunity to sit back and enjoy the weekend on his own.
Much like most tradesmen, he showed much prowess and energy in his work on other customers homes that he neglected his own; stress cracks and nail pops littered every room of the split foyer home, the crown mold trim needed an update on caulk and paint as well as 15 years’ worth of scuff marks, handprints and high traffic volume, his walls needed touch up!
He had made a promise to himself that he was going to begin adorning the house this weekend, however, once again Hunter yet again found himself sitting in front of his television set and watching a soccer match – his favorite team A.S. Roma playing against Juventus; a game worthy of attention! All the while his beloved and devoted lover Ammy continued to clean house; sweeping and mopping the floors, dusting furniture and doing laundry.
“Hunter, could you be a darling and put these work materials somewhere? I’m trying to clean…” the tan wolfess called from the mudroom.
The brown and tan wolf was absorbed into his game, he heard her demand but did not comprehend that she was referring to the bag of easy sand, the set of drywall knives and pan and the bucket of paint that he placed in there with the intention of fixing their home after the match.
“I-In a minute hon…it’s almost halftime…we’re down 1 - nil and we have possession in their third! C’mon guys, get an equalizer!”
The tan wolf simply rolled her eyes, both annoyed with having this clutter in her way as well as how overzealous Hunter gets with his soccer game. She knew her love worked hard during the week and felt he did deserve to watch his favorite game, after all he did not ask for much.
Still wanting the stuff out of her way and felt it belonged in the storage closet beneath the staircase where all the other construction materials and their discarded possessions belonged. She gathered up the material and walked by Hunter who had his eyes glued and fists balled in anticipation of a goal.
“Do it…do it…come on boys! Ooh, great pass on the wing to Kolarov…get the cross…YES! To Dzeko, the volley…GOAL! WOOO! We did it babe! Edin Dzeko with the awesome volley to the back of the net to equalize! Ammy did you hear me…Ammy?”
Finally taking his eyes off the screen Hunter scanned for his mate who had not responded. Suddenly a loud crash and a screaming cry could be heard coming from the basement level and traveling up the staircase. “AMMY!?”
Acting like a winger on his own, Hunter sprinted down the staircase to find his love lying on the floor covered in various lengths of trim, boxes of drywall tape which began to roll around and various small trinkets and household collectives which had been stowed away from years of redecorating.
“My god, Ammy you ok?”
“Y-Yeah I think so…as soon as I opened the door all this shit fell on top of me…we REALLY need to clean this out and throw away all this junk!” she said with a toss of a hand.
Hunter let out a sigh, he was not the type to throw stuff away, but he was no hoarder either. All those spare materials he could always use on the job, and even though most of the stuff in the closet will never be used again, it is still nice to keep around as Hunter feels it would be a waste of his hard-earned money to throw away.
“I-I don’t just want to throw everything away Ams…maybe we can get rid of a few things like this broken record player here…but like that old tv, you never know when we need a spare,” he suggested pointing to a 32” box tv lying on its side beneath a pile of old cassettes.
“Besides I was planning on repairing some of the problems around the house after the game…”
“The house can wait babe…has been for years…this hell hole needs cleaned NOW, it nearly buried me alive!” she said with a humorous clamor.
The brown and tan wolf helped his lover to her feet and shook his head at the mess before him sprawled out on the floor, “Yeah…you’re right…ok, I’ll get a trash bag”
“What about your game?”
“It can wait, they always play post game rewinds later on anyway,” Hunter shrugged and turned to walk upstairs to fetch a sturdy garbage bag; one of the heavy-duty contractor bags would be more suitable than the household bags.
As soon as he made his way downstairs, Ammy was already scrounging through the pile of mess and sorting.
“Man, I really hate to get rid of this stuff…some of it holds sentimental value…”
“Like what?!” Ammy sharply objected
“Well, hey! See that quilt?”
“What, that old frayed, smelly thing? Get rid of it, it’s trash!”
The gray quilt was old and stained, loose threads dangled from the seams of multiple patches of fabric with woven decorations of patterns, wolf heads and paw prints. Several of the patches were missing revealing the svelte, soft plush padding which gave the old quilt its warm and supple charm.
“…my grandmother made this for me when I was a pup…I don’t remember EVER putting it in here!”
“I did…I saw it in your closet one day while I was cleaning and felt it didn’t belong, so I tossed in here…much like all the rest of your old clothes and belongings you never have anything to do with! I’m sorry babe, I should have told you…I never thought it meant that much to you” Ammy protested
Hunter lowered his ears as he felt his heart grow heavy, as he rubbed a paw over the quilt rekindling memories of his childhood and the love that was put in every stitch. He remembered vividly the moment his late, sweet grandmother gifted the quilt to him and how he nuzzled into it, being enveloped in the warmth and comfort that it brought him.
He felt a tear begin to welt in his eyes as he eyed over the fabric, and felt remorse for letting it waste away to its current condition, lost, forgotten and neglected much like all the rest of the ‘trash’ that Ammy was beginning to stuff in the bag.
With a snuffle he neatly folded the quilt and set it aside, “I’ll see if mom can mend it for me and clean it…I loved that quilt…and still do”, he said wiping his eyes and continuing to help Ammy organize and clean up the closet.
“I bet there are a lot more memorabilia in here…like all these cassettes! I am curious as to what’s on them! Maybe…”
“Maybe what babe?” Ammy asked stacking the cassettes neatly into a bin to protect them.
“Maybe in one of those old tapes…is my grandma…and that old quilt…” he said with a smile as he began to look through the tapes.
Hunter was interrupted as Ammy laid a paw on his, “Let’s finish cleaning up and getting rid of the stuff we don’t want, and we’ll watch them together”
“Good idea…”
Over the next hour, Hunter kept wondering what hidden and forgotten secrets those tapes held as he continued to help Ammy clean out the closet. Once they agreed on all the stuff that was either broken, no longer held value or was a complete waste of space was properly disposed of, they began to organize the remainder of the things that were to be kept.
At last once they were both satisfied that the closet was no longer a threat to theirs or any other person’s safety, Hunter fetched the tub of old cassette tapes. His soccer match had long been over, and he had completely forgotten about it.
His focus was on what other memories could be rekindled from the jettisoned tapes which had now become more valuable than they had in years. Ammy sat beside Hunter, the two cuddled together with his beloved quilt by his side as one by one they began to watch the old tapes.
He began to rub the fabric between his fingers of his paw, while holding his love close to him, lost in the transition of time from back when he was a pup to now, which was displayed vividly before his very eyes.
Although the tapes did not reveal the gifting of the quilt to him, they still captured him cuddling and rolling playfully, eliciting soft and playful gestures of adoration from Ammy which made him smile. He leaned forward and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead while pulling the quilt tight to his chest as they continued to revel in the rekindled memories of his childhood.
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Oh precisely! Probably the most that applies to me are my old gaming consoles, because that's all I did when I was a kid, I played video games pretty much all the time. I know they can be replaced, but they're like... mine ya know? P: I've seen many shows of Hoarders and Hoarding Buried Alive, there are differences xD
My Sega Megadrive and N64 still work after all these years :D I love them so much <3 haha yeah I think if it comes to the point it starts affecting your day to day life, it's hoarding. Like you don't ever want people over your house because it's hoarded and messy, maybe. If you can't shower because it's blocked from stuff, that is definitely hoarded Oo
Hehe! :P You are correct~ It's fine in small doses, heck I prefer if a house is a little messy at least then it means it's lived in. Though, too much of anything isn't good for you :P xD haha I've been on my Switch personally a bit too much~ The new Mario game came out so I'm glued to that lately. Oopsies :P
Thanks so much glad you enjoyed it ^^ oh that’s really neat! That would definitely be something worth keeping as not only a testament to where all you’ve been but also in memory as well! One day I would like to travel and see not only everything in the US but visit the world as well!
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