Categotry Archives: Suzie’s House
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 481 : Incognito
“I sound awful.” Emma covered her face with her hands. “Turn it off. Turn the TV off!” She flapped a hand at the TV in her living room. “Oh. Right.” Tracy had been sitting on the couch next to Emma with a look of abject horror on her face. Emma watched her through spread fingers. Tracy launched herself across the room to turn the advertisement off. “My song,” she muttered as though her firstborn had been swept away in a […]
Suzie’s House 480 : First Appearances
Bruce was on his way out of Suzie’s house by way of the kitchen when he overheard his music on the TV in the den. Drew had the tube on even though his back was to it. Probably one of those guys who just had to have some kind of sound in the background so he wouldn’t go nuts. Bruce could relate.
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 478 : Poetic License
”It’s good. Right?” Miranda leaned back in her ergonomic office chair and smiled. “Yeah. It’s good.” Her colleague pursed his lips and nodded. “It’s pretty slick the way you get the lyrics to match up with the shot of the car driving off the lot.” Miranda beamed. She was proud of herself not only for her artistic efforts on this particular ad, but for the way she’d been able to use Malaprop songs with her biggest account. Everything was finally […]
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!”
