Categotry Archives: Fiction
Laundry
Click on picture to go to hub. The buzzer goes off. It’s time to move the clothes from the washer to the drier. Where’s the basket? There, full of toys. The toy box is on the other side of a minefield of trash. The trashcan is full. What was I doing? Oh yeah…. This would be easier at a laundry mat.
Suzie’s House 118: A Pillow Made of Concrete
For those of you who were wishing we could follow Gene instead of doing the arrest, you’re in luck. We resume his narrative from where we left off a few weeks ago. It could be dangerous? As if going home weren’t dangerous. Simply breathing had become a problem for Gene. After hearing what went down at the trial, Gene’s dad had cracked him a good one in the ribs. Now every breath hurt. But he wasn’t going to let on […]
Inspiration
Click on picture to go to hub. Forgotten. The singing in the soul. Fine, bright, luminous thoughts playing “philosophy” with dissimilarly minded comrades. Fallen into disrepair, the grand scheme of things. Buried by acceptance of what is and fatigue of what is not yet. Remembered. Brought forth by the troubadour who will not set down his pen in the face of life.
Purple Kiss
I was going to enter a purple prose contest until I realized it had too many restrictions. FF55 is much freer. It was supposed to be short. This is what I came up with: The earth shook in rolling waves of rampant desire. Shooting stars filled the sky with redolent, purple-ly emotion. Flames of hungry need and insatiable desire were licking up and down the spines of the young, uninitiated, eagerly fumbling couple. Earthquakes, shooting stars, and fireworks fade into […]
Suzie’s House 117: The Real Reason
Drew and Vin ended up turning Joseph O’Connor over to the local police. Shooting Vin wasn’t considered national is scope. While they discussed it with the men in uniform, Miranda stood by the couch where Mike and Mike sat, still cuffed, trapped in their own apartment.
Suzie’s House 116: Miranda Has Her Say
“Drew! Arrest this guy!” Miranda jabbed her finger at Mike. To think the jerk was harboring a known criminal and had the nerve to look down on her for having a few late fees at the video store where he worked! “On what grounds?” Mike puffed up as he said it, clearly thinking he was in the right. He might have been because Drew’s expression said pretty much the same thing. Didn’t matter. This was Miranda’s chance at a little […]
Debut
55 words. The last story Alice wrote was very short, only 23,000 words. The one before; 105,000. She nibbled the end of her quill, considering. Global warming? The economy? True love? What could she possibly write that would be exactly and only 55 words? She set the quill to paper. One. Two. Three. Four. Five… Click on picture to go to hub.
Suzie’s House 115: You’re Under Arrest
Vin put his back to the wall, but hesitated over pulling out the gun he knew Drew didn’t want him to have, especially when Drew gave him a pointed look. “We aren’t a SWAT team, Vin,” Drew said dryly. “Oh. Right.” Vin moved to stand beside Drew. Miranda already stood on the other side.
Suzie’s House 114: Dropping by to Pick Something Up
“You’re going to get a gun, aren’t you.” Drew unlocked the kitchen door as he spoke. “That’s why you wanted to stop at the house before we check out the guys Christina mentioned.” Vin muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Dmn right I am,” but when Drew glared at him, he smiled innocuously, then brushed past as he cut through the kitchen. “Better not be,” Drew growled, taking a firm step in the same direction and bumping into Miranda, who […]
Suzie’s House 113: Leaving on a Jet Plane
Seven pairs of panties, Six bras, one pair if jeans, a denim jacket, two broomstick skirts; was that all the last month of her life amounted to? Christina placed each item in her suitcase with a growing sense of loss. She hadn’t captured either of the O’Connors. If anything, she’d proven she really wasn’t cut out for field work. But she’d also discovered an innate morality she hadn’t realized was important until her job called it into question. Lying, cheating, […]
Suzie’s House 112: Ready
Drew formed a fist, but managed to keep from pounding on his computer’s keyboard. An oath of an unsavory variety slipped out. Luckily, Ben was at school and everyone else was at work. At least, he thought everyone was at work until Vin tsked at him. “You know, you could always let me take a crack at it. I’m every bit as good with a computer as you are.” He leaned against the doorjamb of the dining room where Drew […]
Suzie’s House 111: Meanwhile, Back at the House
Ben came out of court firmly established in his mother’s household, considering his father ended up in jail. Suzie, Ben, and Drew are on their way home now. Miranda slammed into the kitchen at a quarter to five. She had her briefcase under one arm, a box of promo materials under the other, her cell phone in her teeth, and no idea what she was going to cook. Pizza? But Ben had said something about not liking pizza anymore. She […]
Suzie’s House 110: Where the Apple Falls
Dad stood up fast. He had the guilty look to him, the way he swung his head around looking at the floor like he forgot something. The only thing Ben could think was that he’d been the one to cut Mom’s lawyer’s break lines. A cold shiver went down Ben’s back. Until this moment a part of him still believed Dad wouldn’t really hurt him. He wanted to hurt Mom, sure, but to go out of his way to hurt […]
Suzie’s House 109: Realization
What? Case dismissed? Just like that? Rob gestured to his idiot lawyer, who hadn’t done a single useful thing in course of the entire hearing. So far as Rob was concerned, it was good money down the drain. When he did that thing last night to make sure Suzie wouldn’t have a lawyer, he’d assumed that meant she would be defenseless and he would have the advantage. Instead, he had to pay this idiot and still hadn’t accomplished anything. “I […]
Suzie’s House 108: Based on the Evidence
“She doesn’t deserve Ben,” Mr. Hammacker shouted over and over again. “Mr. Hammacker,” Judge Jennifer applied her iciest voice. “It is not a question of who deserves what so much as what is best for the child.” “Well… well…” Mr. Hammacker’s gaze jerked around the room sightlessly. Once he settled on what he wanted to say, he looked quite smug. “It isn’t safe there for Ben.”
