Friday Fictioneers: Just now

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“Could you hang up this picture ?”

Yes.”

Sands whooshing through the hourglass.

“I don’t want to nag, but you are going hang the picture, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

“Nevermind. I can do it.”

“Uh huh.”

Bang.

Swearing.

Smashing.

More swearing.

“What in the name of all that’s holy are you doing? Put the hammer down. I said I would do it.”

“That was 2 years ago!”

“You never gave me a time frame. I’ll do it just now.”

“When will ‘just now’ be ‘now’? When hell freezes over? When the polar ice caps melt? When Brexit happens?”

“Yeah. When Brexit happens.”

“So, never then.”

Smartass.”

NOTE:

In South Africa we have three time frames:

Now – meaning right this minute.

Now now – meaning soonish.

And…

Just now – meaning when I bloody feel like it, but maybe never.

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I write because I have to. It is a compulsion. I do it to vent, to laugh and to remember. I blog because it has been so long since I had to write with a pen that my hand would go into cramp if I tried to write a journal.

10 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Just now

  1. Has there ever been any two people living together, regardless of relationship, who haven’t had some form of that argument?

    I like the three nows. That’s interesting. I’ve always heard just now as something that has just happened. It’s interesting that the double now is not as urgent as the single.

  2. I remember trying to get to grips with that distinction. It gave me the same problem as “will I” instead of “shall I”. The former always sounded as if there was an unwillingness, a doubtfulness about the proposal. Funny to hear that again.

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