The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 36: “I think we’ll go for your slipcover first,” he decided.
“I think we’ll go for your slipcover first,” he decided. James rummaged around in his bags until he came up with the slip cover he thought would fit his couch. It took some effort to get it out of the plastic. The plastic encasing the slip cover was thick and resisted tearing.
“Scissors on the next shopping trip,” James decided. As he took his keys out of his pocket and used one of them to poke a hole in the plastic so it could be torn open, James tried to remember if he had ever actually bought a pair od scissors in his life. He always had them in his life. His junk drawer contained at least three, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember ever actually purchasing a pair.
The key went through the plastic and he set the ring aside. With the hole started the rest was relatively easy. He tore it open hulk style and then unfolded the cloth from around the cardboard backing. He let the card board backing fall to the floor along with the discarded plastic and moved his bag from Jake’s off of the couch.
The slip cover seemed straightforward, yet somehow it felt like playing twister with a cheating octopus. It was some sort of micro fiber that felt soft to the touch and promised to be stain resistant. As he went with a dark brown color, figuring it might look a little suede like as well as be able to hide most stains; he didn’t think its resistance would be sorely tested. The corners had elastic that was reminiscent of a fitted sheet. The object was to fit the slip cover over the couch and it would conform to the shape of his couch and stay in place. However every time James managed to get one side settled, the other side looked intent on curling up. When he finally got the corners settled there was a big bubble of air in the enter looking like the couch had some sort of growth in the center.
James stared at it and gritted his teeth, determined not to be out smarted by a couch and a slip cover. He wrestle with it and in the end, came up victorious. The cigarette burned couch was no incased in a soft ‘suede like’ brown fabric and it looked almost identical to the picture on the now torn and discarded package.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve had negotiations that were easier,” James said. He ran a hand through his hair, the sweat making it stand up slightly. The couch took longer than he planned, but he was determined to unpack his purchases before he sat down to another frozen meal. Deciding he might be on a roll with the cloth wrangling, he took the new sheets, comforter and pillows to the bedroom. He stripped off the set that was there when he arrived and found that after the couch the fitted sheet of the sheet set was a breeze to install.
“Probably because it’s flat,” he consoled himself. “I only had trouble with the couch because of the bendy bits.” The flat sheet and comforter were easily thrown over the fitted sheet. James discarded the decorative pillow shams that came with the comforter set and wrestled his pillows into the cases that came with the sheets. One of the pillows went in easily,. The other somehow twisted so a corner of the case stood up in a place that wasn’t the corner of the pillow. He twisted the pillow and managed to get the corner into several other places that also weren’t the corner. The pillow simply didn’t want to turn in the case, so James finally had to take the pillow out, adjust the case and start again. This time it went in easily.
“Who knew sheets could be so much trouble?” he though. James shook his head. “I clearly didn’t give my housekeeper enough credit.”