THAT MATTIE! SHE WAS PROBABLY RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!

crash

Although it was nice outside, Harry sat as he usually did in the old recliner with his feet up and the TV on.  He seldom went out anymore  Breathing was getting hard for him.  Could hardly walk to the kitchen to make his coffee.

The television couldn’t hold the attention of his wandering mind.  His thoughts focused on the  large crack in the wall.  In his memory he could hear Mattie as clear as a bell,

“You’d better get that crack repaired before it gets worse.  It started with just a little crack in the corner.  Now look at it!  The whole house will crash if you don’t do something about it.”

There was a certain warmth when he thought of Mattie’s nagging.  There was life when she was around, either laughing or nagging.  That was Mattie.  He missed her.  And she was probably right about the crack.  It should have been repaired long ago.  Not much hope to save it now.

They first noticed the little crack in the corner about the same time he noticed that his ole ticker had a bit of a problem.  Doctor said he had a small leak in a couple valves.  Doctor said he could repair it if they got at it soon.

That Mattie.  Same old story,

“You’d better get that leak repaired before it gets worse.  It’s little now, but the whole thing may crash on you if you don’t do something about it.”

That was Mattie, either laughing or nagging.  He missed her.  And she was probably right about the leak in the ole ticker.  It should have been repaired long ago.  Not much hope to save it now.

Neither Harry nor the house were very old.  They would both probably last another twenty years.  It was Mattie who was gone, along with her laughter and her nagging.  That Mattie!  She was a live one all right!  And she was probably right, all right.

CRASH!

“Look at that!  Some plaster fell off the wall.   I can’t help it now.  Guess I’ll make a cup of coffee.”

Pushing himself up from the chair, he felt unusually weak.

CRASH!

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Written for September Writing Prompts, Michelle.  Join the fun.  Great variety.

Today’ prompt: the crack in the corner

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2017/09/01/september-writing-prompts/

 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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21 Responses to THAT MATTIE! SHE WAS PROBABLY RIGHT, ALL RIGHT!

  1. ~M says:

    Wouldn’t that be something if things like that really happened! Lol… 😉

  2. shoreacres says:

    I call it the Scarlett O’Hara syndrome. “Oh, fiddle-dee-dee. I’ll worry about that tomorrow!”

  3. oneta hayes says:

    shoreacres, I love that site. That barge, that water reflection, that gull – I stopped there. Got lots to see. I marked a follow there so I won’t get further behind. Thanks for hooking me up to the linkie.

  4. I think I’ll leave the cracks to Harry although sounds like he’ll be meeting up with Mattie!!

  5. Faye says:

    If this little story came from a writing prompt. Congratulations it l has quite a message and impact. Thanks for sharing.

    • oneta hayes says:

      Thanks, Faye. I rather liked the story myself. Mattie is an awfully lot like me; when I’m gone Sammy will probably miss both my laughing and nagging. 😀 I hope he remembers that my nagging often turns into laughter. Maybe I should strive harder for that effect. Michelle in Putting my Feet in the Dirt is providing prompts for thirty days, so I will be off on some wild kinds of variety.

  6. Roos Ruse says:

    My husband would have called Mattie a nag. No, wait, he called me a nag! LOL!! Despite my feeble attempt at humor, I love the spirit you present in this story, Oneta. Wise and fun.

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