Categotry Archives: Suzie’s House
Suzie’s House 248: Mr. Magoo
“Hey, who is that hombre?” Carlos gestured with the end of his rifle. “What man? Ah, in front of La Panaderia?” Juan barely glanced. He kept his attention on the ruin of the old Décor building on the other side of an enormous, cracked and pot-hole ridden parking lot. If he let himself get distracted, Los Guerreros del Perro would take them out. “Si’, that one. What is he doing?”
Suzie’s House 247: Finding a Story
Ben sat in front of his laptop and stared at a blank screen. A few month ago this would have freaked him out, but now he was used to it. Mrs. Audrey said that staring into space is part of writing too. So it was ok if the screen stayed blank for a while. Knowing that made it easier to write.
Suzie’s House 246: The Invisible Girl
“What are you looking at?” Lisa grabbed at Ben’s hand so he wouldn’t get caught up in the surge of students that passed them when another class came flooding into the hall. Ok, so maybe she just wanted to hold Ben’s hand. Lately he’d gotten this far away look in his eye, like his mind was somewhere she couldn’t go. It made her uncomfortable. He had that look right now, staring at something in the river of students.
Suzie’s House 245: Mr. Popular
“Who does she think she is, a rock star?” The bubble headed bleach blonde’s voice whined in a most excrete-iating manner. Tracy fought down the urge to step on the fake-bonde’s heels, maybe wreck those Converse high-tops. Just because Stephanie kept getting in the way, always lumbering down the hall between Tracy and Gene when Mr. Gordon held her back, that was no reason to wish the girl would fall into a bottomless pit.
Suzie’s House 244: Only the Lonely
“’What kind of a man will kill himself rather than risk a dirty look by the woman he loves?’ That’s what he said. More or less.” Drew looked out the windshield of the eighteen wheeler at the sagebrush, prickly pear, and dusty ground rushing past. “So I decided I better get back to her.” “Really?” The burly trucker kept his eyes on the interstate with occasional glances at the rear views mirrors. He had black dreadlocks with grey streaks that […]
Suzie’s House 243: Gone
“Is this Vin Southerland?” “Yes?” Vin juggled his cell phone and a bag of chips in the front seat of his car. He was on surveillance, but the job was almost done anyway; another cheating spouse case. He’d put it off to go collect Drew from New Mexico, and needed to wrap it up before he went back to make another attempt. “This is Maria. Is Drew there?”
Suzie’s House 242: Paving the Way
Vin wasn’t entirely sure how Suzie would react. Sure, she was the nicest lady he’d ever met, kind, forgiving, and generous. But if she didn’t know it was Drew, how would she react? With two kids in the house? Both boys had been stalked, and lately Suzie had been a bit protective. If she didn’t know….
Suzie’s House 241: How Can I When I’m Like This?
“Drew, how fast can you get packed?” Vin didn’t even bother to sit down before he said it. Drew wasn’t surprised. He’d been expecting something like this ever since Vin said he was coming. Why else would he come if not to take Drew back. That didn’t mean Drew had to go.
Suzie’s House 240: Proximity.
Maria couldn’t wait to get Vin alone. Not that Toby mattered, but she really didn’t want Drew to hear what she had to say. The problem was that once the four of them sat down in the living room, both Drew and Vin became immobile.
Suzie’s House 239: Maria
When Drew said, “Maria’s waiting. You’ll be staying with us,” Vin’s heart sank. It sounded like Drew had done the very thing Suzie had feared – found a new love. Vin didn’t want that. Suzie and Drew were too good a match. In Vin’s mind, the future was about himself and Miranda hanging out with Drew and Suzie. How could there be any other way? He stepped out of the airport in Drew’s wake and found at least part of […]
Suzie’s House 238: In The Eye of the Beholding
Drew wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to behave. It shouldn’t be like this. He’d picked Vin up from the airport many times in their long history together. It should be routine. If it weren’t for the odd way the crowd seemed to mob him when he knew in reality they were merely walking past, then it probably would be routine.
Suzie’s House 237: To Turn On a Dime Bag
“Whacha doing?” Vin set the remote down and turned his head to watch Ben more closely. The boy scribbled something in one of those miniature spiral notebooks that Vin himself used while on the job. For a boy with no interest in private investigation, it looked awfully suspicious. “Oh. Um…. nothing.” Ben tucked the notebook behind his back, looking guilty as all heck.
Suzie’s House 236: The Lurker
Ben couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to write this all down. This, this drama stuff that always seemed to be a part of Gene was better than fiction! Mrs. Audrey would love it. Ben could write it up so she wouldn’t know and….
Suzie’s House 235: Mortification
Fran looked from face to face, waiting for the revelation to take hold. Any minute now they’d realize what a stupid thing they’d done, tying up a future star like herself. They’d untie her from the chair, and give her Kurt Cobain’s guitar, and head out to Memphis with her for her big debut.
Suzie’s House 234: Whose Initials
“Courtney? Courtney…. Love?” Tracy touched the K.C. carved into the guitar as she spoke. Gene watched her do it, and wanted to touch it too, to feel how rough it was, like he could get a sliver if he weren’t careful. Instead, he stuck to the wall next to Mrs. H. and watched. “Yeah, Courtney Love of Hole. She used to be my room mate.” Fran glowered from where she sat all tied up to the chair. “I hung out […]
