Suzie’s House 521 : Degree of Separation
Beth slid into her seat with her head ducked down in deference to the teacher. Five minutes late for class wasn’t really that long, but it seemed like a lot when every one else was already sitting. Except Emma, of course. Because Emma had been out in the hall, singing.
Wow. Just… wow.
A Random 13
1. 
2. I was going to do 13 illustrations. Put it off too long, and now I’m too tired.
3. I gave my hubby a bunch of Dove chocolate hearts which I laid out on his desk in the shape of a huge heart. He loved it.
4. I should have taken a picture.
5. By the time I realized it would make a good post, he’d already hidden them from me.
6. I’m back in the Diabetes and Heart Disease Program.
7. I have pix from my Iceland trip ready to go, but not the words to go with them.
8. I’ll regale you with it later.
9. It’s cold here.
10. I’m wearing two sets of leggings one one top of another, same with two pairs of socks, and two sweaters.
11. I considered doing “13 things I’m wearing right now” but came out with an even number.
12. I have tons of work piled up.
13. Including tax returns.
Tropical Vacation
Marge and Jane bumped into each other in the Atlanta airport.
“Hey, Marge! Where have you been? I’m just flying home after a wonderful vacay in the Bahamas. Sun, surf, and cabana boys. I’m bringing home so much rum my suitcase is gurgling. How about you?” She arched one eyebrow with a superior smirk.
“Costa Rica – a resort West of Liberia.” She just smiled.
“Oh my word! Look out the window. Is that SNOW? In Atlanta?”
Marge gave it barely a glance. She already knew what she’d find back home in Montana.
“You may have got more sun, but I bet I get more snow.”
Marge caught herself and winced.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale RogersonBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
His lover was a tall, brown-eyes, dark-haired, tough-minded, smart woman. The first thing presented to his confused, awakening senses had been a tall, brown-eyed, dark-haired, tough-minded, smart woman. It was a very natural mistake. He wondered if Elly was going to buy that explanation. His taste for heavily armed girlfriends did have potential drawbacks.Suzie’s House 520: Hall Concert
Justin heard Emma’s voice from two floors down when he stepped into the stairwell. He checked the time on his phone. Now? When class was about to start? She’d start a riot!
He raced up the stairs and burst into the hall to see Emma and Bruce in the T intersection surrounded by a dozen students. She had on a mask. Bruce had his keyboard out and tried to play with one hand.
Justin kept himself from running over mostly because it wasn’t like running would be much help right then. The riot hadn’t started yet.
Godafoss Waterfall
Godafoss aka Waterfall of the Gods got it’s name when one of the Iceland’s parliament members threw his Norse god statues into the waterfall to show his devotion when Christianity was adopted as the official religion in 1000. It is glacier run off that falls 40 feet to pool.
Minimum Wage
Ted swore. The little wooden disk he’d just made split in half under the drill, flying off to hit the wall. That made three failures. Could he fill Ruth’s order in time? She hadn’t even argued over his ten dollar charge.
Ten minutes and an angry gardener chasing to get the branches. Five minutes running branches through the table saw but all day fixing the machine Five minutes on the grinder with twenty buttons lost and back to the saw. Varnish still to go. Did drying time count?
“I’m so glad I’m not a wage slave getting paid by the hour,” he told himself.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-FieldsBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
Stykkisholmur to Akureyri
This day we spent as much time traveling from one hotel to another as taking in the local attractions. So, only three stops.
After the Hurricane
“Hi, John. So this is your new place?”Ashley picked her way through the building debris. “I feel for you. It’s going to take a lot of work.”
“Too true.” John nodded.
“If only that pesky hurricane hadn’t hit last month…”
“Hurricane? No, that wasn’t what went wrong. It was the bank. They are foreclosing on me. I’m just here to make sure they get their money’s worth.” He hefted a sledgehammer.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra CrookBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
Suzie’s House 519 : C’est Moi
Emma suffered one of those heart-stopping moments when she knew with absolute certitude she was going to do something stupid. A part of her was terrified what Berth would think of Bruce, or – worse – what Bruce would think of Emma for making a friend outside the band.
But she had to do something. Beth was looking at Bruce with half hero worship and half confusion; and Bruce was looking at Beth with that fake bemusement he got when he was about to be really rude.
“B-Beth, this is B-Bruce.” Emma flapped her hand from one to the other and back like they were sitting in a drawing room with a fancy tea set and everything instead of standing in the middle of the hall at school, waiting for the teachers to come out and yell at them that the bell was about to ring and why weren’t they moving already. “Bruce, this is my friend from English class. And some others.”
Icelandic Horses
We spent much of the middle of the day at a ranch. I’m not sure if they make more money from selling their horses to points all around the world, or taking in tourists. They certainly had a practiced set up.
First we ate lunch, which consisted of the usual fair – salad bar, great bread, soup, and sliced meat. We were told the meat was horse, but it tasted just like beef. Yes, I am the kind of person who could happily eat Flicka.
We were then herded out onto the porch which was in the process of being converted into bleachers to watch the show. They brought out three horses and literally put them through their paces – running them around a track over and over.
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Inside Joke
“Let’s ride the Whirly-Whirl!” Alicia pulled on Sally’s hand.
“You mean the Hurly-Hurl? No way. Let’s just go back to the bumper cars.”
“Come on. I’m tired of bumper cars. Besides. We always ride the Whirly-Whirl. It’s tradition.” Alicia tugged harder.
“Every time you sit on the inside I end up cleaning my clothes in the bathroom. The only way I’d ride that with you is if you sit on the outside.”
“Okay!”
Afterward Alicia wiped her mouth in mortification while Sally laughed.
“That was worth it,” Alicia giggled. “The expressions on the faces of the people coming toward us….”
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy CarrollBreadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit
