"Now where did I put it?" I mumbled under my breath. I was getting married today and Aunt Patty gave me something old. I can't lose it but I did. From the bookshelf my cat, Ginny, was mewing at me but I ignored her and continued on with my search. First I checked the kitchen, then the bedroom and the living room. Here I was now in the library and still I could not find the lace hanky my great great grandmother had made. I was almost in tears when Ginny meowed again only louder. I looked up and saw that my cat had something hooked on her paw. It was the lace handkerchief. It just hung there above my head. Ginny was trying to tell me all the time.
From the back of the truck sat my brother and I. Dad had taken us to town to buy building materials. We loaded up the truck with lumber and an old refrigerator to take home. It was a job loading everything in and strapping down the planks of wood and the frig so they wouldn't move. Our truck was old with blue color that was rusted here and there, but it worked, except for the passenger door. You had to make sure it latched.
Well, there I sat in the middle, trying to avoid the stick shift, and my brother sat on the passenger side, when suddenly the passenger door flew open. I was screaming as I saw my brother falling out and hanging onto the door handle for dear life. Luckily we were only traveling about ten miles per hour and dad stopped immediately to rescue the boy. My brother got back inside and decided to sit closer to me than he ever had before. We didn't tell mom when we got home, it would have worried her.
These are my book club prompts. We are timed 10 minutes to write from a sentence or a word and make a story from the prompt.