Stealing (and tweaking slightly) a prompt from tonight's local writer's group meeting, your word to work with today is: again.
It's late and I'm tired, so I'll just share what I wrote at the meeting.
Between us, Kat and I got a lot of weeding, seeding, and yard work done today. Tomorrow we're back to the market prep before returning to the farmers market on Saturday morning.
"Darn it, you've done it again!"
I brought my hand to stillness and breathed silently through my nostrils. My eyes blinked of their own accord as I searched for words of calm and reason.
When none came I resorted to my standard fallback plan: anger and confrontation.
"Done what again, exactly? Done what you've told me you wanted me to do? Followed your every instruction, no matter how insane it may have been? Please, do tell: what have I done wrong?"
"Don't you take that tone of voice with me, young man! Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders?"
"My mother taught me plenty. How to stand up for myself. How to speak my mind, how to know when enough is enough."
"So what, are you quitting on me, is that it?"
"Quitting isn't the word I would use."
"Sure it isn't. You've probably got twenty fancy words that all mean the same thing. But at the end of the day it's all loser talk."
I stared at the tip of the wrinkled finger she was pointing at my face and considered my options. Reaching out, grabbing it, and breaking it seemed the most satisfying. Also, the most likely to land me in jail.
Instead I rose from my chair and began to pack up my supplies. As she began to gather wind for another assault on my character, I spoke first.
"I'm done here, Mrs. Rockford. You'll just have to find someone else to paint your portrait. Though I should warn you: whoever you get to replace me is very likely to, as you put it, make you look fat. Because you are. Hideously so, in my opinion."
With that I wished her the best of luck and left.