The Walker

I need to buy tennis balls, I thought, go up
and say it’s a gift, because, you know, sir,
I’ve heard they make it easier to move around.
So to carry out my lie, I tried to buy tennis balls,
four of them, but they only come in cans of three.
I demurred, postponed the purchase, further
driven crazy by the bump and scrape
of the old bastard, while I contemplated the cost
for another three balls, two I probably would never need.
A waste of money . . . But weighed against one’s sanity?
What price too high? For all the more time I had
to hear him upstairs, overhead, aggravating me so,
that damn walker dragging along my ceiling, reminding me
every second that he was still alive up there.

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Aloha #WriterSaturday. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or leave it as a comment below. I would love to read what you come up with : )

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