James frowned. Whichever way he turned the steering wheel the trailer reacted incorrectly. “Tell me when it starts to turn.” Bloody Janet. It was all her fault he’d driven in and now had to reverse out. Oh hell. The next door neighbour’s coming. Why can’t he mind his own business. Always telling him what to do. The last thing James needed was an audience.
“Let me show you how to do. There’s a technique. I’ve got it down pat ’cause of the caravan.”
“No I’m right. I can do it.” James ignored Janet’s scream but he felt the jacknife.
This week guest challenger Lisa Reiter has prompted us on Charli’s behalf:
April 13, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?
Respond by April 19, 2016 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Ohhhh, why can’t men take directions?
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Mine certainly doesn’t like being told.
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Always someone else’s fault and of course.. he’s not going to ask for help is he!?
Love it, Irene – there’s something coming in from all perspectives on this one!
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Every one takes help or not in all manner of different ways. It was a great prompt Lisa.
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Nice job. I was hoping someone would pick up on the “How is it received?” part of the helping prompt. 🙂
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There are so many different ways it could be received. This is but one. 🙂
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Great flash Irene, love it, and I winced in more ways than one as I did this for real, but I didn’t have the annoying neighbourly advice! I can still hear the sickening thud of the jacknife into the back of my 2 month old car. I have a habit of it, new cars, accidents…as you know lol 😉
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LOL. And I thought the flash would only apply to men.
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LOL 😀
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