Character Description-Beth
Beth was weary of looking at discount stores and nurseries for a replacement pot to house the delicate plant that needed a new home. Earlier that morning, the plant had tumbled off of the stand and fell to the floor. She was devastated to think that she had just ruined the only thing she had left of her beloved Grandmother Grace, or GG as Beth affectionately called her. She wanted to just lay down with the broken and scattered pieces of dull clay that surrounded her and forever melt into the wooden floor. “Nonsense!” she thought she heard. She recognized the tone and knew what it meant. It was her grandmother’s voice inside her head telling her it was time to get up and move on. Beth could hear her grandmother telling her the same thing she had heard every time when Beth was experiencing an emotional struggle. “It’s OK to lick your wounds a bit, as long as you shift your fanny into problem solving mode shortly”. GG had a way with words that was quirky but effective.It was hot and sticky in her un-conditioned 19-hundred something Cavalier. There wasn’t anything cavalier about this car. It had long lost its luster, but she felt comfortable in it and was grateful to have it. She wiped the strawberry blonde bangs off of her sweaty head and put her long soft curls in a loose ponytail bun. She rarely liked to have her face so exposed, not so much because she feared her pale skin might burn but because she didn’t feel comfortable having anyone’s eyes on her. She had been apathetic since the funeral and it she didn’t have the energy to care, it was just too hot. GG would have liked seeing her with her hair up and out of her face. “Classic Beauty, that’s what you are, a Classic Beauty” she would say. Beth would roll her eyes in disagreement and wonder what Classic really meant.
On her way home, Beth drove by a HUGE GARAGE SALE sign that couldn’t escape her view. She never really cared for these “Sales”, but she had good memories of going on “Treasure Hunts” with GG, so she parked across the street hearing GG’s words again. “You never know what you might find Bethie” she would say. “You might just find your Prince Charming, a Jeanie lamp, or at least something that resembles a glass slipper”.
She lingered over books neatly arranged on a warped upside-down cardboard box that was being used as a display table. She loved to read but couldn’t concentrate enough to read the synopsis on the back. She slowly strolled up the driveway into the shady garage and accidentally kicked a half used bag of mulch over spilling some on the grease stained concrete. At least it wasn’t going to hurt anything she thought. As she was bending over to lean the bag back up against the old cooler something caught her eye. It was the perfect pot for her GG plant! It was a deep red color with happy looking flowers painted on the sides. If a person could resemble a pot, this one “looked” like GG for sure she thought. A smile crossed her lips for the first time in weeks. She knew this was what she had been looking for.
posted by mindyrosin @ Sunday, May 31, 2009
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