The Paradigm Prison

Yesterday, my husband called to tell me we’d forgotten to purchase new kitchen trash bags while we were at Costco. For those who shop at a warehouse store, you know it seems like some things take forever to go through. Such is the life of a kitchen bag in our house. We buy them every year, year and a half. 

Apparently, we’d missed our regularly scheduled pick up. 

Yet, in the back of my head, I remember squirrel a roll in a safe spot. So I asked if he’d checked the shelf above the freezer and the one above the washing machine.

He assured me he had, and that he’d even gone one step beyond and taken down the reusable grocery bags. Still no trash bags.

Hmmm. I told him I’d look when I got home. You see, that layer of air molecules in front of things sometimes makes it difficult to see.

Except I forgot.

To be fair, I sanded a few patches of drywall I’m repairing. I weeded the back yard for an hour, then added mulch to the grapevine, roses and dug a bigger trench around the orange tree, before adding its mulch, then I washed the dishes, did a little promotion on facebook, read a poem or three by Robert Frost, brushed the pool, cleaned up the spilled cat food my son left me, juiced a bunch of lemons, and watered some of the plants out back.

Just as I was sitting down to clean some strawberries while watching Antiques Roadshow, hubby called. Had I found them?

Ahh, no, not  yet. Call ended, I left the strawberries and checked the usual places. Nada. Zip. Then I double checked above the freezer. No joy.

Lastly, I looked above the washing machine. Just as I was turning away, I caught the writing on the side of the box. Tall Kitchen bags. And there was a whole roll inside the dusty box.

Yep, both of us were so busy looking for a roll we missed the box.

Goes to show, when you expect to see something you’ll see it, but you’ll miss a lot while getting there.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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1 Response to The Paradigm Prison

  1. danrshaw says:

    We love the Antique Road Show on PBS. Our favorites is when they show the ones from the past and then show if the value went up or down.
    I had to google Paradigm Prison thank you. Still have no clue what it means since I got 3 different answers. Not sure how it applied to this post? You gotta stop talking over my head.

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