Today's writing prompt from Sarah Selecky: Write a scene about a gift certificate. Use the word "flock."
"Here. Happy birthday," she said, dropping a white envelope onto the table in front of him. It caught the edge and slipped into his lap.
"Thanks," he replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of tone. "I hope you didn't go to too much trouble." He had thought that this year she might do something special. Make a little more of a scene. But at least she hadn't forgotten.
She shrugged and wandered to the cupboard to retrieve a mug.
She wasn't even going to watch him open it. He swallowed a sigh and slipped a finger under the closed flap, tearing the enveloped slightly in his effort to open it. The stiff paper inside read, This certificate entitles the bearer and a guest to assist in the shearing of a flock of sheep at Pine Valley Ranch. Expiration: November 22.
Shearing sheep? "Wow, thanks. This should be really interesting."
She settled into the chair next to him, her mug full of steaming water, a bag of her usual spicy lemon tea floating at the top. "It's something new, something you've never done, right? I thought you'd like to try something new."
A massage place had just moved down the road. That was new. A shooting range had opened across town. That was new, too. Shearing sheep was--he couldn't even think of a word for it. Dirty? Sure to be smelly. What had she been thinking? "It says to bring a guest." At least this was something they could do together. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Yeah. They all say that. Maybe Johnny or Patrick would go with you." She ended her sentence with another shrug.
Oh, no. Not this time. She had given him this gift, and this time--this year--she was going to go with him. "I don't think I'll ask them." He ignored the question in her eyes as resolve cemented in his heart. Yes, she was accompanying him to this. He was going to make sure she did.