Friday Fictioneers: "Where Did I Go Wrong?"




All I wanted was a man cave, half a garage. But it was the half with years of things I couldn't part with. I thought I could just call a "got junk" company and have it all hauled away. But then I saw the toolbox. Empty, but still. Then the ball. The magic ball I bought as art when I was 22 and had no idea of art was. Maybe I still don't, but it could stay. Might be worth more than I paid. Shoot, my man cave is shrinking. I think I'll open a cold one and and ponder this.
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  1. Iain KellyDecember 13, 2018 at 6:11 AM

    Keep it all, that's what man caves are for! :-)

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  2. DaleDecember 13, 2018 at 5:16 PM

    As a woman dealing with her departed's "man cave" I can only say ... ugh...

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  3. Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsDecember 13, 2018 at 5:20 PM

    Dear Susan,

    I'm not sure my writer's garret/studio is much better. When I try to organize i get caught up in old things I haven't looked at for a while. Well described day in the life of an unorganized person.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Keith's RamblingsDecember 14, 2018 at 4:40 AM

    As long as you've still got room for a fridge to keep the bottles in!

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  5. LindaDecember 14, 2018 at 8:49 AM

    Why is it so hard for us to discard stuff we haven't seen or touched in years? When we do see it, we can't bear to let it go. Must be some deep psychological explanation for all that :)

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  6. lisarey1990@gmail.comDecember 14, 2018 at 12:27 PM

    Can relate. It can be hard to let go of memories.

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  7. Jo HawkDecember 15, 2018 at 3:29 PM

    Oh, that is hard. Best plan is to think about it tomorrow. 😉

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