Another day, another… desperate search for quarters!
Three. That’s all my husband and I unearthed before attending a seminar at Walker Library yesterday. Three quarters would satisfy the parking meter for forty-five minutes. We needed enough for sixty.
As the hour neared its end, Terry offered to return to our car while I saw the seminar to its finish. The red “Expired, Expired, Expired” flashed from the meter when I eventually exited the building, but Terry and our car managed to escape from the scary, merciless Minneapolis ticketers.
“So we’re good!” I said as I scooted into the passenger seat.
“Yep, we’re good,” said Terry.
He added, “Whenever anyone came around, I’d just pretend I was searching for change. Funny, but I actually found some.”
Fresh from a discussion on publishing, I couldn’t help but think that there was the start of a story here. Change. The silver coins that come in handy or save our hides. Change. The quest or requirement for things to be different.
A writer loves her homographs.
WRITING PROMPT: A homograph is a word with multiple meanings (e.g., bat, bear, digest). Write a story or poem using a homograph.
4 thoughts on “A Homographic Memory”
The homograph carries to Spanish too. Even the connotations are all the same.
It’s a fun post, easy to read and easy to relate to. Thanks.
Thanks for all your encouragement today! I look forward to exploring your blog in the coming days too.
By the way, I meant the homograph “Change”. Sorry. I hit reply without thinking.
You’re very welcome! I hope you find the content interesting.