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Sticky Note

by Jan Ackerson
9/25/2006 / Short Stories

I awoke before the alarm went off. Bad Kitty was kneading her paws on my tummy, purring loudly. Time to fill my dish, please. See how cute I am? With a moan of protest, I glanced at the clock: 5:32 a.m. It was way too early to start the day, but I knew that my beloved tabby would never let me go back to sleep. I stepped into my slippers and shuffled to the kitchen, yawning while Bad Kitty wound around my legs and peeped.

I hear you, kitty. Just hold on a second I filled her dish with kibble, then turned on the coffee maker and settled into the couch to wait for the coffee to brew.

All thoughts of recapturing sleep quickly fled as I eyed the living room, still displaying a few reminders of last nights memorable date with Bob. A single pink rose was starting to open in its bud vase. The end table held our empty popcorn bowls; I had been too drowsy to wash them after he left. Our Scrabble game was still on the table. We had laughed until our stomachs ached at Bobs attempt to play squoze on a triple word space.

It is too a word! Bob feigned indignation. Its the past perfect participle of 'squeeze!'

Bob, I was an English major. Theres no such thing! Use it in a sentence.

I squeeze my sweetie, I squoze my sweetie, I have squozen my sweetie. So there! Thatll belets see75 points for squoze, plus another... 27 points for adding the s to home102 points! He pumped his fist in victory.

Remembering our mock-argument, I smiled. Lord, I love Bob so. We have such fun togetherIm just sure hes The One. Wont You give him just a little nudge for me?

We had been dating for almost a yearwe had both committed to pray about our relationshipbut still, Bob had never once brought up the possibility of a lifetime together. I was beginning to despair.

Just a poke, Lord, thats all I ask

Bad Kitty wandered back into the living room, stopping to sniff at a scrap of paper on the carpet. She touched it with a tentative paw, then trotted off to her basket, satisfied that her world was not in danger. It was one of Bobs ever-present sticky notes. He was endearingly clumsy and absent-minded; his numerous notes to himself were the only way he managed to get everything done. Must have fallen from his jacket pocket. Feeling slightly like an eavesdropper, I read the note; it was simply a list of chores in Bobs nearly illegible scrawl:

1. Drop off movies
2. Buy herring
3. Call Tony E. about computer
4. Oil change

I drew a heart pierced by an arrow on the bright yellow note and stuck it to my refrigerator. Hed see it when he came for our weekly Pepper-Pepper evening later today (it was my turn to provide the pepperoni pizza and peppermint ice cream). With thoughts of Bob filling all of the empty spaces in my heart, I tidied the living room.

Several hours later, Bob arrived, looking even more flushed and anxious than usual. As he kissed my cheek, I saw his eyes flick over to the colorful note on the fridge. Strangely, he started, then smacked his forehead, looking stricken. Oh, no! Sophie, Im so sorry! I wanted it to be a surprise! Now its all spoiled! He tore the note from the door.

Puzzled, I mentally reviewed the contents of the list. What was he going to surprise me with? Fish?

Bob, I dont

He interrupted me by taking my hand and dropping to one knee. My heart lurchedthen he upset Bad Kittys bowl. I watched, my pulse pounding, as he tried ineffectively to pick up every morsel. After a few moments, he gave up, straightened, and knelt amidst the remaining kibble. He fumbled in his pocket and produced a little square box.

If you saw that list, you know that I bought you a ring yesterday. Sophie, I wanted to surprise you, butwill you be my wife?

I was still trying to wrap my mind around this, when I burst out laughingnot, I think, the reaction that Bob had expected. Not buy herring! Buy her ring!

What a huge, marvelous difference one little space makes!

Jan is a Christian who has traveled through sorrow and depression, and has found victory and grace. She dedicates all writings to her Heavenly Father. Check out Jan's website at www.1hundred-words.com
Copywrite Jan Ackerson--2006

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