Suzie’s House 547 : At Justin’s Place
They heard it before they got there. Some crazy jam session was going on with a lot more than just a drum or two and some guitars and maybe a didgeridoo. Though muffled by walls, it made his fingers twitch.
Bruce had never been to Justin’s place before. Until Tracy walked up to the door, he had more than half hoped it was just some stranger’s house. If it didn’t belong to Justin, then Bruce didn’t have to envy the guy so much it hurt.
But no. Tracy pressed the doorbell like it was part of the music but someone inside shouted “Come in” like they did it all the time and there was Justin already in the hall with a bowl of cereal in one hand and two spoons clacking together in the other, and Bruce knew for sure there was no way in the world that life was fair. No way at all.
Diabetes and Heart Disease Prevention Program End
In January I started a second tour of the Diabetes and Heart Disease Prevention Program. At that time I signed a paper committing myself to attending classes with the program through out the year. Today, after the end of the class, we were informed that funding had not been renewed. The program came to an immediate and abrupt end. I offer my fond farewells.
1. I didn’t learn nearly as much from this go around as the first time through. I think that is perfectly natural.
Trick or Treat
Around Halloween, Ruth liked to play with the neighborhood kids. She put up fake cobwebs, wore ragged old clothes, and answered the door of her old Victorian herself. Of course they thought they were playing ding dong ditch, and she was playing peekaboo.
(Bonus section 1:)
The door creaked open. All but one of the kids ran screaming.
“Yes?” Ruth raised an eyebrow at the intrepid soul.
“I’m Ted’s friend, Sally.”
“Oh. Right. I’ve been expecting you. Come on in. Would you like some milk and cookies?”
(Bonus section 2:)
“No, no. Just the art supplies. Ted said you put spiders in the cookies and I’m not fond of the crunch. Alicia. Liam. Come on.”
Two heads popped out of the bushes.
“You take all the fun out of it,” one grumbled.
“My thoughts exactly,” Ruth concurred.
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
Sorry. It got out of hand.
Suzie’s House 546 : Emma’s Place III
“Wait. Just. One. Minute.” Pete glowered at her. “Are you assuming that either of us has ever had intimate relations with your husband? Just become we are gay does NOT mean we are loose! Either one of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” Gabe muttered. But then he ruined the sarcasm with a gentle smile directed at Emma’s mother. “Honey, we love your husband dearly, but not like that. Alright?”
A Greenhouse in Iceland
Iceland doesn’t exactly have a fantastic growing season. Much of their produce is grown in greenhouses. Primarily, they grow tomatoes, bell peppers, and cucumber – three items that appeared at nearly every meal we ate. The greenhouse we toured grew flowers.
They told us the name, but my recording is so garbled I couldn’t tell you what it is. They specialize in bouquets. This means they grow a wide variety of flowers which are delivered to many outlets in Selfos such as super markets, and florists. Not Costco, which wanted the flowers for next to nothing and makes buyers buy a cheep vase for lots of money too.
Suzie’s House 545 : At Emma’s Place II
Sophie was half tempted to step out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Though it wasn’t as muggy lately as it had been over Summer, she still would have liked to dry off a bit more before getting dressed. But she could hear voices from the living room. Probably, Emma’s friends had come over.
Though it was nice to see that her shy, awkward daughter had friends, it was a bit of a pain entertaining them all the time. She threw on jeans and a blouse.
Broken Glasses
1. My new glasses came!
2. The visibility strip on the right eye is just to the inside.
3. To see clearly, I have to be a little cross eyed.
4. This is probably because when I had my measurements taken, I kept glancing to the left. I regret that.
5. I can see well enough now to process pictures.
6. Unluckily, something went wrong with my software and none of the pictures are visible in my blog.
7. It’ll keep until next week.
8. I got so used to taking my distance glasses off for reading that I automatically did it with the new glasses.
9. Then I had to put them right back on because they are better than bare eyes.
10. I should have used the software that lets you see what glasses look like on you online before you buy them.
11. They make me look mean.
12. My family says they go well with my hair.
13. Now if I can figure out what happened to the broken pieces of the old glasses. I didn’t throw them out. So now I’m worried I’ll sit on them.
Moving Day
Crack.
Miranda suppressed an urgent need to roll her eyes. Just her luck to bump something while carrying a heavy box right behind Diane who disappeared into her new apartment.
The now broken mirror sat on the lawn with scattered boxes and furniture. Miranda squatted in front of it.
“Mirror mirror on the lawn. Who’s the….” She took in the teased high hair, the tight clothes, the hint of wrinkle, and break in the reflection, and couldn’t resist rubbing the crack with her thumb.
“Well, maybe she won’t notice.” She collected her heavy box and went in.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Nathan SowersBreadcrumbs: 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
This is a little snippet to go with my published book Moving In.
Suzie’s House 544 : At Emma’s Place 1
Ethan had planned on doing overtime this weekend. It wasn’t that he was scheduled, just an optional job he thought he might pick up to increase their income a little bit. That and get to know one of the guys down at the meat packing plant that might eventually turn into a desk job.
Today’s Event
Marge did not feel the majesty of the moment. She could see it clear enough. The hopeful expression on children and adults alike. The sheer mass of the flickering lanterns set upon the sea to bear wishes to the gods had an appeal. Maybe she’d been traveling too much. It was striking her as just another festival. Well, tomorrow’s itinerary looked promising. The Kanamara Penis Festival.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Carla BicomongBreadcrumbs: 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 543 : Lisa’s House
Lisa’s mother was in her kitchen with a laptop on the table in front of her and a stack of bills next to her when Lisa opened the door. Ben and Gene stood on the stoop.
“Hi Lisa.” Ben grinned like a little boy playing a prank.
“Pardon,” Gene brushed past that annoying way he always did. “Bedroom?”
Keeping It Short
I broke my glasses. They snapped off at the bridge just from trying to wipe off a sweat drop. My old glasses are so bad I have to hold them six inches in front of my face to see clearly. it’s making it really hard to process photos. So… I’ll be back to Iceland in a couple of weeks – after the replacements on order come. For this week I’m going with 13 words.
1 It’s
2 Forest
3 Fire
4 Season
5 in
6 Montana.
7 There
8 is
9 no
10 clean
11 air
12 to
13 breathe.
Substance Abuse
Ted, Garry, and Anna sat around Garry’s living room. Ted went expecting to do lines, but the powder was already all blown when he got there. Garry was so strung out he was shaking. Anna kept lighting up cigs then stubbing them out half smoked.
“So, how was Hawaii?” Ted watched the last of the liquor go into Garry’s glass.
“Hot. Lots of lava.” Anna nodded vacantly as she grabbed the pack and came up empty.
“And you didn’t bring me anything?” Ted grinned. “Not even a key chain?”
They shook their heads.
“Mind if I have a smoke?” He reached into the ashtray.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Yvette PriorBreadcrumbs: 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
