I had it all.
A comfy outdoor chair,
My current read,
A cool drink.
I felt the warmth of the spring sun caressing my skin.
A cool breeze softened the heat.
I was ready to spend the early afternoon
To myself
In blissful peace.
Then
it
began.
The metal gate squeaked.
A high-pitched sound one cannot ignore.
I held my breath, hoping it would stop.
Squeak!
Not again.
I sighed, marked my place, and went to the garage.
Certainly, some spray would do the trick.
Now where did I put that stuff?
Several boxes later,
I was finally armed.
I was liberal.
Sighing, I assumed my position and resumed my reading.
Ah, the silence!
And then...
SQUEAK!
No!
Back to the garage.
Ty-wraps should keep it steady.
Several more boxes and I was armed yet again.
Yes, a job well done.
Now where was I?
Ah, perfect.
SQUEAK!
NOOOOO!
I'm going inside to the couch.
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Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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omg this has happened to me!
Oh I feel irritated just reading about the squeak! Fun take on the challenge!
That would have driven me nuts, too, Julie. Onward to a comfy couch, I suppose, but perhaps you'll get that ol' squeak fixed. 😊