Categotry Archives: Fiction
Suzie’s House 417 : Same Old Tedious Breakfast
Kate was sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in front of her when the text message came from Alisha. ‘You are still in that band?’ “Well, duh,” Kate muttered. You’d think her friend would have been more impressed by the fact she had a boyfriend, or that the flowers were a wedding bouquet. It wasn’t like Alisha hadn’t already heard about the band.
Windy
“What a great building. Is there a spiritual reason for the six sides?” Jane stumped through the meeting hall with her foldable cane clacking along at high speeds for a retiree. “No. There are six sides because…” The tour guide half-ran, half-walked, trying to head her off so the rest of the group could catch up. “I’ll bet it was a political thing. Right? Someone rich and powerful chose the design?” Jane spun around, looking straight up at the ceiling […]
Suzie’s House 416 : Bouquet II
When Kate woke up, the first thing she saw was the bouquet Justin had given her. It sat on her dresser in a cheap, metallic vase that looked like it was supposed to be polished silver but was probably aluminum. Not exactly the optimal thing for a wedding bouquet, but better than the glass of water she’d started with.
Spy Eye
Kevin dropped a bug on the street as he walked past the target’s flat. The little micro recorder actually looked and acted like a biological bug. As soon as it’s titanium feet hit the ground, it began to scuttle into the building. With Ted’s skillful remote navigation, the bug reached the target’s personal space, and settled in to record and broadcast. Almost imediatley it was detected. “Eeeeew! A cockroach!” Crunch. Ted turned toward Kevin with a laconic air. “I told […]
Suzie’s House 415 : The Mask Maker At Home
No one was home when Bruce slipped into this house though it was already well after curfew. Every room was dark, so probably no one had been home all day. He raided the fridge and took a beer, and a pudding pack then grabbed some chips from the cupboard. It wasn’t much of a meal, but he’d had worse. He settled in front of ht big screen high def brand new wired up the wazoo stereo system and popped the […]
Suzie’s House 414 : Bouquet
Justin caught the bouquet. As soon as his sister stepped up to the top of the church steps with her miles of fluffy skirts and barracuda smile, he’d tried to sneak around to the back of the building where he’d be safe. No such luck.
Eye of the Beholder
“Hey. What-cha call that?” Mural pointed at the art display with one thumb. The other hooked through a belt loop on his generous wasteland. “I call it an art installation.” Ted knocked back his floppy hat for a better look. He examined the upended cars and found them good. “Yeah, I know that much. What’s the art institutional thing called? What’s the name?” “Accidental Tye-Dye.” Ted popped out the first thing that came to mind, since he hadn’t named it […]
Suzie’s House 413 : Reading the Riot Act
“Hey, it’s the detective guy. And Walter. Where you been, Walter? You’re lunch is in the fridge.” Donny smiled, and his words were chipper, but his voice was raspy as he stubbed out a cigarette. Drew couldn’t decide if Walter’s care taker had actually been crying, or if the red eyes and voice had something to do with the smell of pot in the air. Then, thinking about how negligent Donny was in his job, Drew decided he didn’t care.
Friday Fictioneers
“You are so stodgy!” Courtney leaned over Aidan to pluck the tablet form his hands. “Can’t you imagine how romantic the place is? I mean, I know the rock work isn’t that old, but it give you the feeling the place has been around forever. But the sign is kind of modern. But just imagine! Going on a train ride! Don’t you want to give it a shot?” “No.” “At least come down to the station to see for yourself.” […]
Suzie’s House 412 : Signing Your Life Away
Gene tried to act cool, but he had to swallow more than once to get the lump of nervous tension down. He sat at the dining room table with a stack of legal papers in front of him and the eyes on him. Mrs. H., her lawyer, and that social worker, Kathy Vargovich, all sat around the table and stared.
Over Head
“This mansion predates The Civil War. If you look up you’ll notice the distinctive wainscoting.” The tour guide pointed up. “Are there any ghosts here? I have a pamphlet that names this as one of the three most haunted houses in the county.” Clair waved the paper in question. “That’s just a folk tale. The most you’ll find here is a stiff breeze. Now, moving on….” The tour continued up the hall. While all the other tourists followed, Clair paused. […]
Suzie’s House 411 : You Have Friends?
Sophie was dead on her feet when she got home. If she hadn’t had Emma to deal with, she’d have gone straight to bed. No doubt Emma would be hungry. Maybe it was time Sophie taught her to cook.
His Mother
His mother ran a ship-shape house. There was never a dust speck or dirty dish to be found. She ran the women’s league the same way, and even had time to volunteer at the election polls. Yet never did he feel that she neglected or hovered over him. When he asked about the solar system, she helped him measure it off in proportion, though the sun was a copper penny and Pluto had to be placed beyond the edge of […]
Suzie’s House 410 : Living Room Encounter
“What is that on your head?” “M-m-mom!” Emma’s mother’s voice came from right behind her, making Emma whirl around. When she saw the tight-lipped expression on her mother’s face, Emma’s hands flew to her mask. She whipped it off. It was already too late to make a difference, but she couldn’t resist hiding her mask behind her back.
Ahoy Matey!
Blue Beard’s treasure map came at a great price paid in blood and betrayal. In the end, only Little William Kilpatrick remained from the crew that buried the stolen bootie, and Jack Ripley held the map. William disappeared into the frontier lands. Jack followed the map. Through storms and raging seas he traveled until he reached the deserted island. He followed all the landmarks, but in the end the only thing he could find was an enormous chain and anchor. […]
