The theme for this story was to write something starting with the words below that are in bold, so here's what I wrote (this story went down so well that it'll appear in the next FAW Anthology):
The Glove
My New Year Resolution was to clear out the garage. I started with a large box of cleaning rags.
In the middle of the box I found…
…a glove. I didn’t think much about it so chucked it on the ever growing pile of washing by the door as I continued to go through the contents of the garage. The heat of the day seemed to seep in through the skylight, directly above, raising the temperature of the garage and intensifying the smell of dust that seemed to hover like an angry cloud after being disturbed by their resting place amongst the boxes.
After a time, I decided I couldn’t take the heat any longer and instead used that as an excuse to gather up the now large pile of washing by the door and take them to the laundry to start sorting through before preparing lunch. A glance at the clock revealed 2pm.
Days go by and a fresh peek at the clock reveals 5pm and I’m reminded of the day earlier in the week when I was sorting through the garage. I decide to tackle the now washed and dried laundry sitting in the basket waiting for me to put away to their respective places.
As I go through the washing, I once again come across the lone glove found in the middle of the box beneath a pile of cleaning rags. “What am I going to do with one lone glove” I think to myself, “It’s not like I’m Michael Jackson”. I try it on for the sake of curiosity to discover that it fits… well.. like a glove. Immediately, a tingling arises in my fingers. Thinking there might be a spider hiding in the glove that’s bitten me, I remove the glove and look in the fingers. The tingling has stopped, and there are no bugs that I could see so I put the glove back on. The tingling returns and soon spreads up my arm and through the rest of my body. I don’t think too much about it until I realise that I can no longer can see my hand, in fact my whole arm.
I race to the bathroom mirror to check, and lo and behold, I can’t see any of me! I take the glove off and I suddenly appear again. Put the glove back on and I’m gone again! Oh the fun I can have with this!
I hop onto my scooter, still wearing the glove, and drive down the street, much to the horror of my neighbours who saw the scooter seemingly going of on its own with no driver at the wheel. Ohhh the delight of seeing their faces! I do hope Betty didn’t lose a finger as she snipped her hedge clippers shut as she watched my scooter go by. And poor old Nell, I hear tell she gets out of hospital next week after her heart failed her momentarily. How was I to know the old snoop would be watching the driveway at that moment; she normally locks up by 6pm.
I do feel a tad guilty of the car that ran smack into the traffic lights at the Cumberland Highway, but it was as much his fault as it was mine. I had the right of way since the pedestrian crossing light was green and the traffic light was red, he should have stopped at the lights like the other cars and not try to cut through a red light when he happened to see my scooter, supposedly unaided, crossing the road.
All this happened on my test run whilst wearing this mysterious glove. I’ve been on many more adventures since then including skinny dipping in the local public pool.
I still can’t help wondering where this glove’s partner is and what magical powers that will bestow. Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll look through that other box of rags in the garage.
The Glove
My New Year Resolution was to clear out the garage. I started with a large box of cleaning rags.
In the middle of the box I found…
…a glove. I didn’t think much about it so chucked it on the ever growing pile of washing by the door as I continued to go through the contents of the garage. The heat of the day seemed to seep in through the skylight, directly above, raising the temperature of the garage and intensifying the smell of dust that seemed to hover like an angry cloud after being disturbed by their resting place amongst the boxes.
After a time, I decided I couldn’t take the heat any longer and instead used that as an excuse to gather up the now large pile of washing by the door and take them to the laundry to start sorting through before preparing lunch. A glance at the clock revealed 2pm.
Days go by and a fresh peek at the clock reveals 5pm and I’m reminded of the day earlier in the week when I was sorting through the garage. I decide to tackle the now washed and dried laundry sitting in the basket waiting for me to put away to their respective places.
As I go through the washing, I once again come across the lone glove found in the middle of the box beneath a pile of cleaning rags. “What am I going to do with one lone glove” I think to myself, “It’s not like I’m Michael Jackson”. I try it on for the sake of curiosity to discover that it fits… well.. like a glove. Immediately, a tingling arises in my fingers. Thinking there might be a spider hiding in the glove that’s bitten me, I remove the glove and look in the fingers. The tingling has stopped, and there are no bugs that I could see so I put the glove back on. The tingling returns and soon spreads up my arm and through the rest of my body. I don’t think too much about it until I realise that I can no longer can see my hand, in fact my whole arm.
I race to the bathroom mirror to check, and lo and behold, I can’t see any of me! I take the glove off and I suddenly appear again. Put the glove back on and I’m gone again! Oh the fun I can have with this!
I hop onto my scooter, still wearing the glove, and drive down the street, much to the horror of my neighbours who saw the scooter seemingly going of on its own with no driver at the wheel. Ohhh the delight of seeing their faces! I do hope Betty didn’t lose a finger as she snipped her hedge clippers shut as she watched my scooter go by. And poor old Nell, I hear tell she gets out of hospital next week after her heart failed her momentarily. How was I to know the old snoop would be watching the driveway at that moment; she normally locks up by 6pm.
I do feel a tad guilty of the car that ran smack into the traffic lights at the Cumberland Highway, but it was as much his fault as it was mine. I had the right of way since the pedestrian crossing light was green and the traffic light was red, he should have stopped at the lights like the other cars and not try to cut through a red light when he happened to see my scooter, supposedly unaided, crossing the road.
All this happened on my test run whilst wearing this mysterious glove. I’ve been on many more adventures since then including skinny dipping in the local public pool.
I still can’t help wondering where this glove’s partner is and what magical powers that will bestow. Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll look through that other box of rags in the garage.