Gotta Go!

Glad you could join us for the next grueling episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…

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Photo credit Grayson Hartman

Deep in the underbrush, Elliot finally stopped to rest. Sweat dripped from his eye stalks down the back of his neck, trickling under the front edge of his shell. “Great,” he muttered, “now I’ll get an itchy salt rash, and I won’t even be able to scratch it.”

An exotically accented, soft female voice emerged from the undergrowth ahead. “It is soundink to me as if you are needink a friend — a vife, perhaps.”

Curious, Elliot stretched his neck toward the sweet sound. “Who’s there?” he asked hopefully.

But when the leaves parted, Elliot’s eyes bulged in terror.

“My name is Natalia. I am sorry if I am startlink you, but I am thinkink maybe I could be helpink you. I am thinkink maybe ve could be helpink each other. Although you are not beink my usual type, I haf been alone in these voods for too long, and I am havink a good amount of experience in beink a vife.”

Elliot slid backward, bumping into a small boulder.

“Uh… Thanks… Thank you for your kind offer, but… um… I really need to be running along… Uh… I have to meet some friends of mine… some bird friends…”

At the mention of birds, Natalia ducked her head and looked skyward with all eight eyes.

Elliot pressed on, “Yeah… They… They’re waiting for me, and… um… if I’m late, they’ll come looking for me!”

He edged sideways around Natalia, giving her as wide a berth as possible. Then he took off as fast as he could go, glancing anxiously over his shoulder as he went.

He should have watched where he was going.

To be continued…

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#AtoZChallenge A-to-Z Fictioneers: Interested in original fiction? Here’s a list of writers who are writing stories for the 2017 A to Z Challenge. The author’s link will take you to their “A” post. If you know of any other story writers I can share, please drop the link in the comments!

Today’s twofer from April 8, 2016:

Grandchildren

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Most people’s Family Tree (Image credit: commonsensedad.com)

By the time I was in high school, I believed I would never have children. Why? No idea. But by the time I entered college (an era when over-population of the planet was a growing and alarming concern) I had decided I would never have children.

I trundled through life for the next 10 years content with my career, independence, and unencumbered lifestyle. I had friends, relationships, wine and cheese tasting parties… what more could I possibly need?

Then, while working full time as a Contract Specialist for the Forest Service, and attending USD Law School at night, I became pregnant. I don’t mean to imply that it was by magic. I was involved in a long-distance relationship with the man who contributed to the life-changing life suddenly growing inside me. I knew it was a possibility. We knew it was a possibility. We just didn’t expect it ever to happen.

But it did. And almost nine months later, after a 1-hour, 56-minute labor, requiring only the two good pushes I’d promised the little being during Lamaze class, I had my son in my arms.

And two thoughts in my head. I’m not going to tell you the first one because I said it out loud and it seems to have affected Brylan’s view of himself. Words I am now convinced no parent should ever risk saying to their newborn.

But the second thought, which I did not say out loud, was: Now I can be a grandma.

And immediately: Where did that come from?!

Unfortunately, my heart was now aware of the truth my social conscience must have been trying to eradicate. And more than 33 years later, that truth still abides.

I am proud to have raised a creative, intelligent, loving feminist. I am thrilled that he wants to be a husband and a father — a dad. I have even loved each of his girlfriends (except that one), hoping to see their puppy love blossom into a lasting relationship.

I eventually had to admit Brylan is a late bloomer.

There are still no grandchildren. Currently, there’s not even a girlfriend.

Sigh.

But I don’t pressure him. These things happen in their own time. He assures me he will get married someday and have a family. There will be grandchildren.

I’m just a little concerned that I shall be only a fond memory by the time the first one arrives.

Maybe I’ll be able to haunt them.

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MY Family Tree (Image credit: ClipartFox.com via Gettyimages)
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Author: Sue Ranscht

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27 thoughts on “Gotta Go!”

  1. Oh, I do hope you get to enjoy the loveliness of Grandmotherhood! We could introduce Brylan to Meghan. She’s a late bloomer, too! No, no, no…never mind…crazy thought! As for dear Elliott, you know I now look at every snail 🐌 in a whole different light….wondering what kind of adventure they might be having. Can’t wait to hear what happens next!

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    1. Crazy, I agree. lol. I’m a firm believer that these kinds of things ought to happen organically. 😉 I’m tickled that you’ve taken the idea that Elliot’s distant relations may have secret lives we simply don’t see as they unfold at a snail’s pace. 😉 ❤

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    1. I suppose not all spiders speak English with a Russian accent, but, long ago, Natalia stowed away on a small fishing boat in Vladivostok. A terrible storm blew them across the Sea of Japan, where they washed up on shore near the busy shipping port of Busan in South Korea. Her own journey from there is a legend among the legions of her progeny, but is a story for another time. 🙂

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        1. Well, then, let me add this happy tidbit: spiders are so numerous world wide, that statistically, there is probably one no more than 18 inches from you at any given moment. I hope you have a spider-free weekend, Samantha!

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          1. !!!!!😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱!!!!!
            And I was walking down the road to the shop this morning and I could see something dangling…a tiny weeny spider hanging on my glasses frame. I can cope with that size so I stopped and carefully put it in the hedge 😊

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