Let Me Talk!

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“What on earth? We going back to pioneer days?”

“No, Silly. You know I’ve always been interested in spinning and weav–“

“Oh, great! So now you’re going to bring a loom in here? And put it WHERE?”

“Well, I thought- – – “

“You DIDN’T think! That’s your problem! You get all these big ideas and then I get stuck figuring out how to make it work!”

“But–“

“No! Not this time. No more junk in here!!”

“Would you hush! I have a friend who has a loom. She’ll teach me, and I’ll weave there! Good grief!”

Silence.

“Oh.”

Back in My Day.. . .

PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr

I sighed as we pulled into the deluxe campground. I knew what was coming. Fred had been grumpy and silent during the drive. I was sure he was dusting off his speech.

“Back in MY day,” he grumbled, “We didn’t bring a whole HOUSE to go camping. We didn’t need fancy parks. We hiked, pitched a tent, started a fire, and went fishing. If you can’t catch your supper, you shouldn’t go camping. Camping is SUPPOSED to be rough!”

He droned on, and I checked out. Suddenly. . . .

“HARRIET! Did you bring the portable TV? And my special pillow?”