Waiting for promises kept

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Over the years, Helen had dusted the shelves for her Great-Aunt Elspeth.  At first Helen could reach only the bottom shelf, and Aunt Elspeth had praised her. 

“Oh, what a magnificent job you have done!  Someday,” Aunt Elspeth had pointed to the very top shelf, “you will reach that shelf!  I will let you choose the bottle you love the most!”

Each time Helen polished and cleaned the shelves, she gazed at the bottles so far out of her reach.  ‘Someday…’  One time Helen would favor the green bottle, but the next time she dusted, she desired the pink bottle.

Years stacked up in numbers as Helen grew and she could dust the next shelf, and then the next.  Which one would she choose?  The blue?  The violet?  So lovely, so hard to decide.

When Helen could just almost reach that last shelf, Aunt Elspeth dropped dead right in front of her. 

 By this time, Helen was now grown as much as she ever would; she was a mother with a small child.  As she closed the eyes of her now-deceased aunt, Helen smiled gently.

Then Helen found a sturdy stool and a box.  She stepped onto the stool and stood level with the shelf.  Gazing fondly at each bottle, Helen sighed.  

Reaching tentatively, Helen spoke, “One?  Hell, I’m going to take them all!” 


This is a repost from 2014. It came from the photo prompt above.

Wednesday Words: Jenny

Jenny handed the blueprints to the carpenter.  “Run!  We have two hours!” Then she turned to the expectant faces and knew in an instant that they were clinging to her every word, every command.

“You!  Over there!  Crystallize these!...And you! Make this and pay attention to the fragrance!  Pumpkin and Vanilla, yes, with vanilla beans!”  More commands, running all the time.

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When the timer showed that there were only 10 minutes left, the carpenter wheeled in her design:  a haunted house with lots and lots of shelves!  Perfect.

Jenny’s team began loading the cupcakes, all decorated in different morbid designs.  Jack-o-lanterns, spiders, and ghosts—they all raced to load the cupcakes onto the shelves.

“10—9—8—7—6—5—4—3—2—1  And bakers, stand away from your displays!”

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Jenny shivered in expectation.  Would she win the $10,000?  Would she?!!

Again, thank you to Delores @Under the Porchlight  for provided these challenging words!  Please go to her site to see what other writers have created!