26 Times – Daily Prompt 1/26/14

Everywhere she looked she’d see the numbers 2 and 6.

Her car had 26,262 miles on it.Her pedometer registered 2,626 steps before she sat at her desk at work.

When she looked at the clock it was 12:26 or 2:26.

A few 26s would have been fine. A mere coincidence. But the numbers continued day after day.

It began to consumer her.

26 new messages in her inbox.

The total at the store was $262.60.

She looked up meanings of 26 and was reminded that there are 26 letters in the alphabet, Jesus was 26 when his adoptive father died; 26 is slang for a lot of alcohol, kissing or smoking a hooka. In numerology, 8 (the sum of 2 & 6) is all about the Universal Law of Cause and Effect.

What could all of this mean to her? She lived a simple life. Had done no one harm. Worked hard. She dreamt of peaceful things.

Her friends blew off her concern saying that she’s reading too much into it. “They are just numbers.” “Don’t look for a meaning, you’ll make yourself crazy.” “What’s to be will be.”

She began to count the days that she’d been seeing the numbers.

Today was day 25.

Anxiety grew in her heart. What would day 26 bring?

Through the night with no possibility of sleep she counted to 26 over and over again.

As she got ready for work the next morning, she realized that there are 26 teeth in her comb and 26 sets of bristles on her toothbrush.

Continually taking deep breaths to calm her beating heart, she drove to work, parked her car in what she realized was the 26th space away from her building. As she walked, she found herself counting her steps. But only up to the number 26, then she’d start over.

The morning was uneventful, yet she found herself looking at the clock at precisely 26 minutes after every hour.

Then at 2:26, 26 mixed color roses were delivered to her desk with a message of 26 words:

I send these flowers hoping that you, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, will join me for dinner tonight. Yes? 6:30 100 Twenty-Sixth Street.

Her heart pounded in her chest.

And yet…. her curiosity won out above her fear. She told her friends where she’d be and when.

She dressed slowly, nervous, yet determined.

The taxi dropped her off at precisely 6:26.

She cautiously walked into the restaurant. As she waited for the maître d’, she counted the tables. 26

She followed the maître d’ to her table and no one was there.

Confused, she sat down and waited.

The tables around her were full of couples talking in hushed tones.

She suddenly felt a warm, gentle hand on her shoulder and her heart stopped.

She turned, trying not to panic and looked up the black tailored suit, past the crisp beige shirt and burgundy tie.

It was him.

The years hadn’t changed him at all.

She felt her smile spread across her face.

It was going to be a beautiful night.





Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

Patricia J Grace

Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse

Logical Quotes

Logical and Inspirational quotes


#FlashMob Rules.

Expat Eye on Germany

Becoming German in 473,937,493 easy steps

Confessions of a Pseudo-Gaysian Suburban Dad

Thoughts on gender, race, parenting, and theater

And Then What Happened?

Stories written by Wendy Just

One Good Dad


Dr. Jen Gunter

Wielding the lasso of truth

Style and a Half

Vancouver-based illustrator, writer, style blogger

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

A writer's life, bare-knuckled, with a soundtrack.

An Unperfect Life

because perfection is overrated

Poet's Corner

Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges

Our Er-Lee Arrivals (Preemie Mom)

Because Some Things In Life Come Early...


Sweet Musings with a Bitterly Sharp Wit

tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice

Mostly unfinished stories primarily produced as a direct result of my association with the OC Writers Guild


caffeinated thought process

Boring Broad's Adventures

mediocre at everything since 1984

Beauty Babe

Beautiful Girls


Survivor of Child Abuse - Member in Recovery


raised in foster care; thankful for grace.

luna tick eclipse

Swimming In the Mystery of All There Is

Laith's Ramblings

Random stuff from the pen of Laith Preston

∼ Reconstructing Christina ∼

A Collection of Muses, Madness or...Magic

Joe's Musings

"You become what you think" - Ralph Waldo Emerson. I think I am a writer, do you agree?

Inside of Love

No, this blog is not about love.


Turning Tears & Laughter into Words

Dreams and Demons

Can you hear the silence?

Natasha's Memory Garden

A fine WordPress.com site

Heart of the Wilds

When all else fails, we go to the woods.

Anxiety and the Girl

One girl's adventures overcoming anxiety to live!

hearts on sleeves club

If you wear your heart on your sleeve, join the club.

Holistic Wellness for Life

Live and eat mindfully. Discover the benefits of eating whole foods and heal from the inside! Let me support you to 'Eat Well & Live Well'.

Broken and Beautiful

My life with Chiari Malformation

Slightly Ignorant

Ilana Masad Writes

Mostly Bright Ideas

Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.

A Canvas Of The Minds

A unique collaboration of different perspectives on mental health and life

The Official Blog For Mental Health Project

Making mental health everyone's concern


Savor Kindness because cruelty is always possible later

Daily (w)rite


@Zebra Crossing

This WordPress.com site is "much ado about nothing";-)

Apoplectic Apostrophes

Confessions of a Grammar Ghoul

%d bloggers like this: