Categotry Archives: Fiction
Suzie’s House 453 : Entirely Too Many Characters
I tried to resist, but the rice crackers weren’t cutting it. I filched a cookie off the plate in the middle of the table. “Lisa, before I say anything more about your writing, help me eat these cookies. I really shouldn’t be eating them, but they are too tempting.” “You don’t have to make them for us,” Lisa said, but she dutifully crunched into one. She may have done it to pacify me, but seemed to enjoy it once she […]
Suzie’s House 452 : Too Many Characters
I handed the marked up copies of their manuscripts back to Lisa and Ben. Ironically, they had both suffered from the same writing issue this time. Too many characters caused confusion.
Suzie’s House 451 : Goofy Boys
“It’s not impolite when you’re livid,” Gene said. He thought it was obvious. “Get out!” Ben leaned away so far he nearly fell off Gene’s bed. One hand crunched on the stack of scrap paper full of attempted lyrics. His goofy grin made Gene feel like laughing.
Elated
Anywhere is fine Among the skyscrapers around the Capital Square Or the tall grasses by Lake Monona I will search for you everywhere As long as your heart continues to turn toward mine When your camera takes you away I will wait When your sails can’t hold wind I’ll call them for you Anytime is fine I’ll rush to your side through snow drifts or rain I’ll hold your books or your hand As long as you are still mine […]
Low Art
Ted caught Ruth as she was leaving her house. “I heard you’re an art collector. I’m an artist. I brought over one of my faller installations. Would you like to see it? It’s in the back of my pickup.” Ruth considered making a break for it, but her car was right next to his pickup and at ninety years old, she wasn’t exactly moving fast these days. “Alright, young man. Lead the way.” The only think in the back of […]
Suzie’s House 449 : Three Words
“Do you have to be so brutal about it?” Ben emphasized the word brutal, knowing full well that Lisa would know what he meant. Not just that she was being rude to poor Emma. “Is that your word of the day?” Lisa smirked.
My Precious
Over the course of ninety years, a woman can collect a lot of things. Ruth had more than her fair share, much to her pride. She had the ormolu clock given to her at a prestigious university after a poetry reading of her finest work. It sat in the window next to her yacht racing trophy. Even the house itself was a masterpiece – a mansion built on the best piece of land in town and handed down by her […]
Suzie’s House 448 : Eating Lunch in the Den
Emma flopped onto the old couch in the den of Suzie’s house with an audible sigh. She was so lucky the place was vacant today. Or at least the old witch who liked to tell her she didn’t live here wasn’t around, like being a renter gave her special privileges or something.
Suzie’s House 447 : Get on Your Hands and Knees, Ethan
“You love me?” Sophie stared at her husband in stunned surprise. Even when he knew she’d tricked him into marriage? He’d known it all along? All these years she’d turned herself into a doormat just so he wouldn’t leave her for his high school sweetheart. All for nothing.
Dead Batteries
“Hey, Martin. You got a minute?” Ted carried a rusted steering wheel as he walked up to Martin’s car. “Whoah, Dude! Nice battery collection. Can I have it?” “No way. You’ll turn it into some weird art project that will only get thrown away just like your car. I’ve been collecting these for years. I’m on my way to the recycling center now. Want to come?” ”Sure!” The clerk at the hazardous materials center tossed the jar over his shoulder […]
Suzie’s House 446 : Piercing Old Skin
Clearly the love of his life had no intention of discussing their problems. She sat in his chair, sipping coffee and reading his newspaper. Only, now that she paid for it, maybe the paper was hers. He had to give her that. But he didn’t buy into her plan of simply ignoring him until his very existence faded into nothing.
The Junk Yard
“It’s junk,” Matt said to Martin. He had one foot on the wheel of his flatbed trailer. He patted the ‘junk’ strapped to it affectionately. “It hasn’t run in nearly a hundred years. My grandfather should have gotten rid of it ages ago. Instead, I inherited it.” “To think this is one of the earliest cars. It’s a symbol of all that was wrong with the industrial revolution and our society’s descent into pollution and over population.” Martin glared at […]
Suzie’s House 445 : Sophie’s Coffee and a Newspaper
Sophie carried her coffee and newspaper to the recliner with a limp. She had a blister at the back of her heel from her new shoes. Luckily she had today and tomorrow off to let it heal. It felt good to simply relax for once. Though she loved her job, she wouldn’t mind a little more time to herself.
Turning Time
“I’m telling you, it’s the real thing.” She skipped down the path into the garden. “Can’t be. Time turners are a made up thing. It’s from a book.” He followed grudgingly. “See?” She proudly pointed to the hour glass built into a sundial. “Yeah, but it’s just a model. It’s not like it’s a real time turner.” “Yes it is. Let me show you.” She ran up to the hourglass and gave it a spin. “See?” “But nothing happened.” “Sure […]
Suzie’s House 444 : First Things First
Ethan paced from the doorway to the kitchen to the front door and back while trying to ignore Gabriel’s phone conversation with Peter. It was a short track as the kitchen let off from the living room. Really, there wasn’t much to the house. Just the living room and kitchen in the front of the house, then a hall that let out to three bedrooms and a bathroom. He’d been so proud of himself when they bought it. It might […]
