(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)
Five Minute Friday: Leave
“I wish you didn’t have to go, but if you’ve got to go, I wish you were already there.”
My Grandma Catherine used to say that to us when it was time for us to leave.
If such a thing as a Star Fleet transporter actually existed, she would have found a way to acquire one so we could instantly get from our house to hers and back again.
Visiting family and friends can be fun, but it can be hard to leave.
There is such a thing as an “Appalachian Goodbye.” It goes something like this:
You follow the person(s) out to their car, talk to them through the car window as they back out and start to pull away, and keep waving until they have disappeared down the road and around the corner. Only then do you go back inside.
It would be so much easier if we could put them on the transporter pad, just slide the controls, and then check the confirmation that they were – already – home. Safe and sound.
After all, if they have to go, we wish they were already there.