CW: Misce-who?

Sean and Rita sat at the kitchen table, dishes with leftovers scattered across the counter.

“Well?” Sean prodded Rita.

“Well, what?” Rita sneered and looked out the window. It was cold and dark outside – no inspiration in sight.

“Well, you said you couldn’t think on an empty stomach…”

“If you’re so smart, show me what you have so far.”

Sean pushed a piece of paper toward Rita.

‘Obituary’ in big bold letters at the top of an otherwise blank page.

Rita exhaled loudly. “Great. Just great.”

“I guess we can start with the easiest – Spouse, parent, sibling…”

Before Sean was able to write that down, as he pulled his pen out from between his teeth, Rita objected. “Can’t we really think of anything else? Anything that’s not such a cliche? What kind of friends are we?” she sighed and started scribbling. “Let’s write down things Sam enjoyed doing. Then, we can choose a couple and focus on that as our base.”

“Not a terrible idea.” Sean nodded his head slowly and wrote down one word, of which he was quite proud. He figured Rita would be done within a minute or so, but she continued to write, making him feel inadequate. He looked at his piece of paper. That’s Sam in a nutshell. He shrugged and proceeded to doodle.

“OK. You done?” Rita asked ten minutes later.

“Yea. What you got?”

Rita rolled her eyes. “You first.” She didn’t want Sean to copy whatever she was to read. She was tired of Sean always getting away with Rita and Sam doing all the heavy lifting when it came to anything they did as a group.

“Miscellanarian,” Sean read proudly and looked to Rita for feedback.

“Go on.” She didn’t even hear what he said.

“That’s it.” He turned the piece of paper toward her. “Miscellanarian.”

“Misce-what?” Rita was offended that Sean didn’t take the writing of the obituary seriously, but she was also baffled as to what he meant to say.

“Miscellanarian – a writer of miscellanies,” Sean replied. “Sam used to write all sorts of different things – long stories, short stories, poems, action, horror, drama, thriller…” he continued to list.

Rita’s jaw dropped.

“Sometimes Sam’s pieces didn’t fit into any single category and had to be labeled as misc.”

Rita continued to stare at Sean.

“I feel like Sam’s character and life had been filled with miscellanies – a mixture of various kinds; a combination of diverse objects, parts, or elements.” Sean stared at Rita, waiting to be scolded. “How about you?” he thought to shift the focus back onto her.

“I… I think you said it best… It describes Sam perfectly in such a succinct and non-cliche way.” She smiled at her friend.

“Really?” Sean beamed with joy. He wasn’t used to Rita praising him.

“Really,” she replied softly and squeezed his hand. “Sam would be proud,” she added.

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“Write a story inspired by the word ‘miscellanarian.'”
โ€“ prompt used for this CW piece.
[Source: BlogBattle]

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  1. Very thought provoking piece despite the brevity! As I learned that Sean and Rita were writing an obituary, several questions arose. At first I wondered why Rita seemed to consider mentioning Sam’s family would be a cliche. But considering that Sam’s friends – instead of family – were working on an obituary, that suggested there was no family (which then begs the question of why). The use of the name Sam also intrigued me. I know you joked about writing an autobiography for this month’s prompt word, so I presume you made good on that remark … although we do want to keep you in the land of the living as long as possible! ๐Ÿ™‚ Great use of a somewhat archaic word!

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    1. Maybe it was as simple as the family being too distressed to be able to write it and so the friends took over. But, indeed, it might have been that the friends were more of a family than the real family.

      I appreciate your well wishes and I hope to stick around for a while. But, yes, I mixed in a pinch of myself in there for sure.

      Thanks for stopping by!

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  2. writerinretrospect beat me to it! ๐Ÿ™‚
    This struck me as a touching tale about a sometimes difficult call. What do you write about a dead friend without falling into the trap of being maudlin, over the top or inadvertently flippant?
    Sean came up with a succinct, touching tribute for a man who travelled many paths.
    It also managed to fit in a short story much about the relationship between Sean and Rita.
    Stay around Sam you have much to offer.

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  3. Lovely piece Sam. I can feel the difficulties expressed in trying to condense a life into a few select memories. Its not as easy as it sounds especially if the friend/family member was close.

    I thought Sean’s summation was perfect given what we learn about Sam. It almost feels like Rita was a bit envious she didn’t think of it. I took that from her initial expectations on his one word. After his explanation she seems to soften and accept its a great explanation even though its not hers.

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