Well, it's finally TGIF day, better known as Prompt Me day!! So lets see what our prompt guru Comicfan has in store for us this week. Don't forget, if you decide to try one of these out, share it with the rest of us in the Writing Prompt Forum!!

Prompt 202 – Creative
Tag – Immortals
You have been having the day from hell. It seems that everything that could go wrong today did. Then you almost have an accident only to find out that the person you nearly hit isn’t human. In fact, you have just found out the Greek Gods are real and walking through your town.

Prompt 203 – Creative
Tag – Alice’s World
You thought your day was bad till you suddenly found yourself chasing after a small white rabbit and heard someone else trying to tell you how the Queen wanted her flowers red so the cards were going to paint them. Is being trapped in Wonderland a good thing or a bad thing?

Sounds like we should get some very interesting responses to these two prompts. Speaking of two prompts, Joann414 recently did a prompt response using two prompts for one response. She used both Prompt 198: Use the following in a story – dish rag, a new shirt, a box of chocolates, a broken window, and a snowman. and Prompt 199: Starting Line: “Here we go again!”

Enjoy!

"Here we go again!"

 

Rob threw the dish rag into the sink when he heard the sound of breaking glass. Hurrying into the dining room he felt his heart sink when he saw the broken window. It was not a small window, but a large picture window that he had specifically asked for when he was working with his architect that built his house. Gritting his teeth, he headed toward his front door, knowing his neighbor was standing outside anticipating the confrontation that was about to take place. The guy was a real piece of work and if Rob had met him before building his home, his residence would be as far as possible from this asshole that he could not bring himself to call neighbor.Slipping his feet into a pair of boots, he opened his front door, and stepped out onto the wooden deck running the length of the front of his house. He walked to the end of the deck not at all surprised to see his next door neighbor standing there defiantly with his arms crossed over his massive chest and a challenging look on his beautiful rugged face. Trying to ignore the heat coating his body from just looking at the guy, Rob asked patiently," What happened this time?"

 

"Jason, my little friend, and I were building a snowman and one thing led to another and before I knew it we started a snowball fight . I guess I can throw a snowball a little harder than I thought and that little stinker dodged just in time. Sorry about the window. I will be glad to pay for replacing it." He smirked at his offer of payment because he knew that it would probably be days before Rob could find someone to come fix it in this kind of weather.

 

Rob sighed and turned to go back inside not even bothering to answer. First, it had been a broken window in his garage, then a flat on his truck for no reason that the mechanic could find but the air being let out, his paper missing every Sunday, and now this. Shaking his head, he walked back through his open door and struggled with his self not to slam it, but didn't because he did not want even more glass to fall onto his cusioned window seat along the broken window. For some reason his good-looking neighbor, Josh Newman, hated him and for the life of him he cold not figure why. It couldn't be because he was gay because there wasn't anyone in this new town that he lived in that knew that tidbit of his personal life. He had moved here a little over six months ago after transferring to another branch of his company. A bad break up was the cause but he claimed to his new co-workerS that it was for a needed change of scenery. Sighing, he closed the door and headed to his pantry to get a broom and dust pan to clean the glass from the window sill and seat. After picking up all the glass and sucking the small slivers into this vacum cleaner he headed for the garage to find something to cover the window.

 

As Rob opened the side door of the cabin to go outside, he noticed his neighbor getting out of his truck with a few grocery bags and what appeared to be two pizza boxes. His own stomach rumbled but he knew he had to get the hole covered since it was already snowing again. Trudging through the snow, he opened the door of the garage and switched on the overhead light. All of his tools and sports equipment were neatly stacked or hanging in the garage. Opening one of the boxes he grabbed a roll of duct tape and reached over his head to get a roll of heavy plastic that the contractor had left after building the house. Thankful that he had kept it, Rob pulled on the roll and was hit on top of the head by a book that he had forgotten was up on the shelf. It was a photo album that he had started to dispose of but as an afterthought has just thrown it upon the shelf and had not given it another thought until now. Placing the tape and roll of plastic on the floor at his feet he opened the album, surprised that there was no tightness in his chest anymore when he looked at all of the pictures of him and his ex smiling into the camera.

 

Josh hesitated before entering his neighbor's garage. On the way back from picking up groceries and pizza the snow had started up again and guilt feelings started tugging at him. He unloaded his groceries, put the pizzas on the counter, and headed over here to help Rob cover the window before the wind got up and started blowing the snow into his home. He walked silently up behnd the other man, intending to tap him on the shoulder letting him know he was there when his curiosity got the best of him. Peering over Rob's shoulder the gasp left his mouth before he could stop it.

 

Rob jumped and turned, almost knocking Josh over and slamming the album at the same time. " What the hell do you think you are doing? Are you spying on me now or were you actually going to physically hurt me this time?" Rob's voice was filled with anger and sarcasm and made Josh step away from him.

 

" I just came over to offer to help cover the window before the storm set in. Sorry if I startled you, but I was fixing to tap you on the shoulder to let you know I was here." he spoke quickly to Rob.

 

"Right. You break the window and want to fix it? I believe that like I believe you have not purposely been making my life hell for the last few months since I have lived here. Get out! Now!" Rob hollered.

 

 

 

An hour or so later, Rob put the empty roll from the plastic in the fire in the fireplace and lay the roll of tape on his kitchen cabinet, not wanting to go back outside. He mixed hot chocolate on the stove to heat and went to get into some flannel pants and a sweatshirt, exhausted from the whole mess of an afternoon. After putting on the clothes, he pulled on a pair of thick socks and went back downstairs to get his chocolate and settle down in front of the fire to relax and watch a move or something.. Trying not to worry about his neighbor seeing the pictures, he told himself that just because he saw them did not mean that Josh knew Rob was gay. Quelling the doubt and niggle of fear he was feeling, he tried to concentrate on the mindless horror movie on tv.

 

Josh juggled the pizza and box of chocolate in one hand and tapped with the horseshoe shaped knocker in the center of the cabin's door, nervously licking his lips wondering what kind of welcome he would get from Rob. After a minute or so Rob stood before him in flannel pants and a black sweat shirt that made his black hair look almost blue and his green eyes glow like those of a cat. Holding the boxes out in front of him, he felt a small bit of relief when the other man took them and motioned with his other hand for Josh to come inside.

 

Rob saw his neighbor take in the brown leather furniture and indian prints on the plush rugs across his den floor, finally coming to rest on the stone hearth with the fire burning brightly almost like a welcome light. He noticed that Josh had changed into what looked like a new shirt that was a black and red flannel, fitting his massive shoulders and slim waist to perfection. Trying not to stare into the blue eyes surrounded by a thick thatch of unruly auburn hair he waited patiently for the other man to explain himself. He was surprised when no words were forthcoming from the beautiful mouth but instead the other man chewed his bottom lip uncertainly. Finally Rob shut the door and walked over to place the three boxes on the large coffee table in front of the sectional couch, settling himself against the cushions not wanting to give an inch.

 

Josh gestured toward the boxes and said nervously, "The pizzas are a peace offering and the box of candy an apology for everything. I am sorry for all the childish things I did. Maybe we can start over if you are willing." He ran his hands nervously down the legs of the tight jeans he was wearing not knowing Rob was watching the movement like a starving man wishing he could touch the muscular legs beneath the jeans.

 

Clearing his throat Rob spoke confidetly, not letting the other see his own nervousness. "You have to answer one question before we start with a clean slate."

 

Nodding, Josh waited for Rob to speak.

 

"Why did you do all of those things to me. I never did anything to my knowledge that warranted any of the crap you put me through." Rob said clearly.

 

Feeling his face flush with heat and embarassment Josh replied softly. "I thought you were homophobic because you never showed any sign of being friendly or even when I sent the cake when you moved in, there was no response from you. You know how small towns are, so I thought one of the local gossips had told you that I was gay." he finished nervously.

 

Rob's mouth fell open in astonishment before he burst out laughing, walking over to pull Josh into a friendly, reassuring hug. Once their bodies touched, there was no need for words during the symbol of affection between the men. The hug turned into a cocoon of feeling that gave both men a sense of fulfillment that they had needed for a long time.

 

A couple of hours later when both pizzas and a bottle of wine were gone the two men sat side by side on the couch, talking, watching the fire, and listening to the the wind whistle as the snow came down furiously, But,neither minded because they had found a place of contentment and warmth there with each other.