Categotry Archives: 3WW
Suzie’s House 485 : Up to Snuff
Gene did not much care for Miranda. Not that he really disliked her. Certainly he hated his own father a lot more. Miranda never hit him, rarely said nasty things to him, and sometime even fed him. So she was mostly okay. But still, Miranda was the kind of woman he already knew he couldn’t handle.
Suzie’s House 484: Jumping the Gun
“It’s not my fault.” Lisa sounded even more prickly than Tracy expected. “When did I say it’s your fault.” Tracy couldn’t help getting a little defensive as she leaned over to look at Lisa’s laptop. “I’m just saying…. I don’t know! It’s just… forty two? Seriously? Only forty two?” “That’s forty two hits in two days, and it’s only on youtube. I mean, we haven’t put the music video anywhere else yet. Right? Once we get it on Facebook and […]
Suzie’s House 483 : Making Movies
Lisa wasn’t sure if she could use any of the film footage later, but she certainly was having fun. She dropped to her knees in front of Bruce, panned up along his stand to the underside of his keyboard, then zoomed in on his face. Normally she considered Bruce’s innate machismo nauseating. He was too brutal to be an oaf, but not smooth enough to be cool. Or so she thought until today. On film, with that narrow-eyed, knowing expression […]
Suzie’s House 482 : Bearding the Lion
On one of those rare days when Miranda made it home early but Vin was still out working, she sat in their room and painted her nails. Yesterday they were red talons. Today she’d only had time to add a pink top edge to hide the chipping. Today she’d go with tri-color slanted stripes. She had all but one nail done when the kids knocked on her door.
Suzie’s House 479 : A Hitch in the Hinge
The door to the closet had come unhinged. It had a tendency to fall off the rail along the top in the first place, but the weird hinge on either end had never been a problem before. Ethan had no idea how he was supposed to fix it. Somehow, it all seemed a little too symbolic of his life. He planned on a bad rail, and ended up unhinged instead.
Suzie’s House 477 : The Parts Vs The Whole
Emma clung to the microphone as the other members of her band came into the studio. The glass between the studio and the sound room wasn’t really a two way mirror, but it was definitely easier to see into the studio than to see into the sound room. Everyone had looked like shadows through the glass.
Suzie’s House 476 : Non-confrontational
“What are you doing?” Miranda looked from Blind Pete to the rest of the band. Only the singer stood in the studio in front of a microphone. “No wonder you’re so badly over budget! All of you need to get in there and record it all in one go!” Every face turned her way. Not one of them looked happy to see her.
Suzie’s House 475 : Working vs Not Working
“It’s jarring.” Miranda’s co-worker stooped to see what was on her screen. “Jarring’s not bad. Necessarily.” She sounded too hopeful even in her own ears. “You should just use the canned music. It’s cheaper anyway, isn’t it?” The guy gave her a pat on the shoulder before exiting her cubicle.
Suzie’s House 474 : Pulled Over
Jim pulled the blankets over his head and held very still. He was playing possum, but with so many people in the van, who was to say he wasn’t really sleeping? Maybe no one would even notice. “License, registration, and proof of insurance, please.” The cop’s voice, firm and grave -the way cops all over the country always sounded, came from right above Jim’s head. It felt too close, even through Jim knew the man stood next to the driver’s […]
Suzie’s House 473 : In Need of Gas
Big Jim didn’t tell anyone that there was a gold watch in his pocket. Not even in the Van Family. He sat in the van with his legs dangling out the back door and tried to read a newspaper someone had tossed them while Boney and Rick stood in the road flying a sign on cardboard that said, “Help us Tom Cruise.” It was Rick’s favorite sign.
Suzie’s House 472 : Abashed Trash
“Winnow! What kind of a word is winnow?” Big Jim Zemple stood up in the dumpster. He waved a book he’d found that had “winnow” in the title. “Well, isn’t that kind of what we are doing? I think…?” Boney Bonny reached for the book.
Suzie’s House 471 : Baggage
“Really?” Drew gave Walter a long, hard look as they walked up the street to where he had parked. He could swear the old man had just said he killed his own best friend during the Viet Nam War, but he couldn’t be sure. There had to be more to the story.
Suzie’s House 470 : Last Laugh
“Sadistic bstrd,” Walter muttered to himself. “What?” Drew leaned forward a little, though the lower part of his shoulders still touched the back wall of the sound room. He gave Walter a concerned look. “What? Oh, no. I was just thinking.” Walter half way smiled in the hopes that Drew would let it slide. There was no way he wanted to explain what was going on in his head right then.
Suzie’s House 469 : Flash Point
“So? What’s the sitch?” “FUBAR.” Martin’s eyes went wide and his face drained of color. “Nothing but enemy between us and the pick up five miles from here.” “There’s a field right in front of us!” A soldier behind Walter stage-whispered. “Tell them to change pick up locations!”
Suzie’s House 468 : Flashback #2
“Why do you put up with him?” Walter could no longer remember the name of the soldier who said it, but he couldn’t forget the words.
