I haven’t done a 10-minute writing prompt in a while. I did a bit of editing to make it somewhat readable. Enjoy! 🙂
John sat on the front porch contemplating the meaning of stability. He recently looked up the meaning and realized none of the definitions fit him. His wife said she wanted a more stable life, but he didn’t know how to give her that.
Stability: continuance without change; permanence. That was one definition. John hated doing the same thing over and over. He hated being in one place for too long. He loved being outdoors – in a tent, pretending to conquer the rapids or going wherever he felt whenever he felt.
He didn’t understand this stability thing and truthfully it scared him. He didn’t grow up in a ‘stable’ environment. He and his family were drifters, modern-day Gypsies as the people in town called them. His father tried to settle down, but he couldn’t keep a job for more than a week or so. His parents put John, his brother and sisters in the local public school. His brother and sisters took to their new-found confinement like a fish takes to water, but John acted out every chance he got.
He wanted to give his wife what she want but was lost. He thought the only way he could was to leave, then he thought thins would be even more unstable for her. So he resolved himself to getting a 9-5 and become a regular Joe.
One morning he woke to his favorite breakfast. A stack of gingerbread pancakes, bacon, and eggs so perfectly scrambled they were like little yellow fluffy clouds on his plate.
“What’s this for?” he asked.
“For settling down and giving me what I want.”
“Anything for you?”
“Yep,” he said as he devoured his breakfast.
She down beside him and said, “That’s good to know. John, I need you to stop this. Whatever this is.”
John stopped in mid chew and swallowed a heaping of gingerbread pancakes.
“You’ve become excruciatingly boring. Our lives are boring and I don’t like it.”
“But. . .”
“I thought this was what I wanted but I was wrong. I want our old lives back.”
John smile, untied his tie and said, “Let’s go.”
They grabbed their gear, hopped in the car and headed for Bear Creek. They pitched their tent in the usual spot and set off down river. Paddling and hitting each rapid with grace and precision.
John’s wife looked back at him smiled and said, “I’m sorry. This is our stability.”