Suzie’s House 538 : Next Step
When Demyan’s voice turned hoarse, he moved the headless body into position, then yanked on the rope attached to a board holding back the rock slide where he had intended to bury both of his victims tonight. That one had gotten away still left a vile taste in his mouth.
He was supposed to leave the rock quarry for the airport. A night’s layover in New York City for a stay in a four star restaurant followed by a quick jet to London had been the original plan.
He could still do it, he supposed.
13 Stars
Ok, I’m a day late for Independence Day, and Pride Month was June. I’m just not a timely person.
Intrepid
The doctors insisted on treatment after treatment, but Betsy had never felt there was anything wrong with her leg. It was simply the way she was born. Her mother wanted to try an new, experimental operation to permanently install a prosthesis. She refused. The result of their argument? Betsy took up ballet to prove a point and ended up with a career.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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This piece of fiction was also inspired by Viktoria Modesta:
Suzie’s House 537 : Quarry
By the time Demyan Petrovich felt in the mood for pulling over, the sun had long since set. He’d been thinking delicious thoughts about the terror in the law agent he’d captured in his camper. He imagined the man looking at the body of his previous victim with growing fear and impotency.
America! What a place. Now that his cousin’s wife’s uncle sat in the White House he could get away with anything. Even if arrested, he’d be pardoned right away. Not because of the family thing, though. Because he was still useful.
Down Time
It had only been a day since Bruce’s rock band, Maliprop, got kicked out of Gene’s house. Already Bruce missed the place. No more sitting on the floor with everyone dreaming up lyrics. No more ice cream or free meals. No more sage advice from weird old folks. Even if they had another place to practice, all the fun was gone. He hadn’t broken anything or threatened anyone and still…. Sometime he wanted to scream. Not. My. Fault! Worst part? It really wasn’t.
Triple Feature! This post is a combination of Thursday Thirteen, Friday Fictioneers, and my ongoing serial Suzie’s House. Please leave a comment. I’ll be by to visit first chance I get. Photo credit goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Suzie’s House 536 : Courtesy Call
Drew watched Vin call in the incident. In fact, Vin dragged Drew into the den and used the speaker phone to make the call.
“You’re saying you saw a dead body in the subject’s camper,” Vin’s contact said. “Are you sure he was dead?”
For the Long Haul
Mario was tired of his neighbors. He’d moved to Venice several months ago. All their talk of flooding and how to do things annoyed him. They told him he’d never make it as a ferryman. He’d been a truck driver for years and years. Did they really think he didn’t know how to pack a load? Yes, his boat was more tricky, but he could handle it. Or so he thought until he tried to corner too sharp, took on water, and sank.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Fatima Fakier DeriaBreadcrumbs: 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 535 : Cues
Sophie scooted around so her back was to the arm of the couch and put her feet in Ethan’s lap. Without taking his eyes off the TV he started massaging her arches. Six weeks ago we would never had condescended. Six months ago he wasn’t even around. Now he did it automatically. Thinking about it made her smile.
Thingvellir National Park
Thingvellir is known for two things. First, and foremost to me, is that this is where a major rift between the Eurasian tectonic plate and the North American tectonic plate is opening up.
In other words, the world is tearing itself apart here. Each continent is determined to go it’s own way. Between them, the Earth’s Mantle is dangerously close to the crust.
Iceland in general is covered in lava. In this particular spot, it is welling up, then splitting apart. I forget how many inches per year the gap spreads, but it’s enough to leave room for an impressive walk way. More on that in a minute.
Rumble
Matt got off the train in LA. The vaulting stone work in the station creeped him out. People moved through it as if perfectly safe with tons of rock over head. Idiots! Lunatics! Any minute now the ceiling could come tumbling down and all would be lost!
The hair on the back of his neck lifted. He ran for the exit, but stopped long enough to shout. “Run! The building is falling!”
“Crazy.” The people nearest shook their heads. Everyone else ignored him.
He’d done as much as anyone could expect of him. He reached the street just as the earthquake hit.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger BultotBreadcrumbs: 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 534 : Back to the Crib
Emma didn’t want to go home. You’d think after so long she’d either get over it or not feel it anymore – that reluctance to go to the place she was supposed to belong. And she did belong. Mostly. But here she was shuffling her feet as she made her way from Gene’s house.
It felt like she’d been kicked out of her real home even though she never slept there or left things there or anything. It wasn’t really home. But not being allowed to go back for a while, even if it was for her own good…
