4 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

I am catching up on these four wonderful prompts and I have decided to make them into a mini continuing story. Hope you all enjoy! πŸ™‚





“Cheers!”, I said for the must be coming on fiftieth time that day as I hit glasses with another guest at my wedding to my new husband Alan.

I wasn’t quite sure who this person was. Probably from Alan’s sales job or maybe the Hercule Poirot Appreciation Club.

Alan comes over rescuing me. He can be relied on like that.

“Ah Gary, thanks for coming. I see you’ve met my gorgeous husband Nick.”

He can be relied upon to be over the top too! My sister Niamh loves him, wishes her boyfriend would announce her gorgeousness so freely but to be honest I think it’s a little much. But I haven’t said. Don’t wish to rock the boat, you know.

“Yeah, Alan’s told me so much about you.”, I smile, like you do, think I’ve said the right thing.

“Oh I hope not all bad!”, Gary replies with a hearty chuckle.

“No, not at all.”, I grin back.

I’ve smiled a lot today. Introverts’ trait.


Later in the evening Alan and I are back in our hotel room. We don’t bother with the traditional getting it on of the wedding night. We’re both knackered from the day and in any case we’ve been through that many times before. So we simply crawl into bed, cuddle for a few moments, tell each other how great we did today and then put the lights out.


In response to Linda’s prompt:





The Phone



“You didn’t come back last night! Where the hell were you?!”, Alan says, standing in the middle of the kitchen looking all stern and stuff.

“I was drunk so I crashed on Niamh’s sofa! It’s no big deal!”, I reply with a shrug.

“A likely story!”

“Call her then!”

“What would be the point? She’d only back you up … and saying you are telling the truth …”

“I am!”

And I was. Jesus!

“Was he there?”

“Do you mean Niamh’s boyfriend Cian?”

“Yes, he’s bi you know.”

“Yeah, I’m aware of that and you and I are gay, Niamh’s straight, what exactly are you coming at here?”

“Oh you wouldn’t tell me the truth anyway!”, he says, starting to leave the kitchen.

I follow him through to the living-room, anger growing inside me.

“Do you think I’m screwing him Al? Is that honestly what you think?!”

“He left his mobile phone here when I was away on business …”

“Jeez, that’s incriminating.”, I reply with sarcasm.

He slumps down on the sofa.

“Was he staying here?”

“He came over for lunch.”

“And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think it was important that my sister’s boyfriend came over for lunch for a half an hour …”

“Of course it isn’t … I’m sorry. I …”

I slumped down beside him on the sofa, took his hand in mine.

“I’m not Brendan, you know? I can be faithful.”

He places his hand on top of mine, rubs it softly.

“I know. I’m sorry. I love you Nicky.”

“Love you too, you jealous ‘ole lump.”, I smile, giving him a quick reassuring kiss.


In response to Linda’s prompt:







“Do you think we’re coming near the place now?”, I asked as we rounded yet another street.

“Not sure. I’m sure we’re getting pretty warm in finding it though.”, Al replied, forcing me to roll my eyes.

“Just for future reference babe, maybe bring a Google map or something.”

“I don’t know how those things work.”


Eventually we get there and are greeted by the receptionist. When the receptionist fails to find the reservation in the book, Al gets agitated.

“You’re supposed to know what you’re doing. Are you new here or something?!”

“Well um, actually I am, um …”

“It’s ok.”, I interrupt.

“We can wait. Maybe you could ring your supervisor? You’re doing grand.”

The receptionist smiles.

“I’ll sort it out.”, they say, going to the phone.

“You are too soft Nicky. He shouldn’t be here if he doesn’t know what he’s doing! I know you are a receptionist and all but …”

“Yeah and you’re a big shot salesman, we know!”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Well you’re sure acting like it. Give them time.”

“And you’re doing that irritating thing again.”

“What’s that?”

“Saying them …”

“Well I don’t like to assume someone’s gender or pronouns based on how they present so sue me!”

“Jesus, he’s taking all day about this!”

“They are trying their best Al. It isn’t that easy when you’re under pressure, you know.”

Eventually the supervisor came down and things were sorted. There was two reservation books and the receptionist had been looking at the wrong one. Al rolled his eyes and made sure the receptionist seen. I smiled over to them, thanked both them and the supervisor for their help. Al sighed and done likewise before we headed up to our room.

After we had got settled, we had some wine and had a wonderful night of passion.


In response to Linda’s prompt:






The baby or babies.

My mind buzzed like a wasp.

“I know we hadn’t planned it but …”, I said, tears beckoning to come into my eyes as I sat across the kitchen table from Al.

Instinctively he takes my hand in his.

“Take your time. Hadn’t planned what? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, um … well with me being a trans guy and you being a cis guy, there was always the chance.”

“What’s any of that got to do with anything?Always the chance of what?”

“You know that night of passion we had at the hotel …”

“How could I forget?!”, he smiled with a cheeky grin and then a light bulb seemed to have went off.

“Oh.”, he said.


He broke out into a smile and took me into a gentle hug.

“That’s amazing news!”

“Really?”, I replied, relieved.

“It’s just as I said we haven’t planned it and all …”

“Oh forget that! This is brilliant. I’m really happy. Are you?”

A tear of joy slips down my face.

“Yes, yes I am.”


In response to Linda’s prompt:





6 comments on “4 Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompts!

  1. J-Dub says:

    Very cool catching up. I like how you did that πŸ™‚

  2. LindaGHill says:

    Wow, what a lot of twists! Love it. πŸ˜€

  3. Great one indeed, Lisa 😊


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