Suzie’s House 529 : What Comes to Hand
It took over fifteen minutes for Vin to free his hands from the rope Petrovich had tied him up with. It would have been even less time if not for all the lurching as the pick up maneuvered through Madison. That or the distraction of Petrovich’s previous victim rolling around on the floor of the camper.
As soon as he could, Vin slapped first one, then the other hip pocket. No phone. He checked his shirt pocket. Nothing. He didn’t know when the he’d lost the phone, but obviously he was on his own.
Whale Watching
Our boat was the one in the middle of the three with the red hulls. We were on the cold water for at least an hour before seeing any whales. We saw the same three whales do pretty much the same thing over and over. One breached once. The photo I have is the back of some guy’s jacket. Then we did some fishing. They tossed fish entrails over the side, which attracted birds. Took most of the day.
Out With the Old
First day of high school Alicia, Sally, and Liam sat on the swings at the park. All three had their arms wrapped around the thick iron chains, leaning forward and kicking their feet but not actually swinging.
“It’s all different now,” Alicia complained.
“Yeah. They took out the slide and jungle gym and put in that plastic stuff.” Liam grumbled.
“Yeah. Now they got the good stuff, but won’t let us play. Oh, here comes the cop now.”
“Hey,” he shouted as he walked up. “Don’t you kids think you’re a little too big to be playing on the swings?”
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Suzie’s House 528 : A Puddle in a Parking Lot
Drew, Suzie, and Miranda stood in a circle around a suspicious puddle in the store parking lot a few feet from where they found Vin’s car.
“It might not be related,” Suzie said hopefully, though she knew full well the odds were against it.
“This was his phone.” Miranda shook the broken and crushed fragments of a phone in her hand. She picked through the shards until she found a sticker of a heart on black casing. “I put this sticker on myself.”
Iceland Day 6
Day 6 was a very long day. We were on the go from the crack of dawn until bed time. I won’t say night, since there was very little night to be had without the aide of blackout curtains.
Suzie’s House 527 : Voice of Reason
“What’s going on?” Suzie left the groceries on the kitchen counter to find out what had people stomping up and down the staircase.
“Vin is missing.” Drew opened the cabinet in the den and took out his holster. He slapped a hand on the empty thing, muttered under his breath about government permits and threw the holster back in the cabinet.
“What do you mean his missing? Isn’t he just at the store?”
Penny Wise
The children’s museum had a special donations area. It held a big, metal collection box at children’s waist height that was shaped like the inside of a tornado. Kids would put a coin in their choice of slots, then watch it roll around and around, down to the covered collection at the bottom. Done right, the coins might flip, or jump on the way down.
Nancy thought it was a wonderful way to raise funds until her son stripped all the pennies from her purse and started in on the quarters.
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Suzie’s House 526 : Where’s Vin 2
Vin’s head hurt like the devil when he came to. In the dim confines of the camper, the first thing he recognized was a growing pool of blood on linoleum floor, and the roar of a pick-up engine coming to life. In other words, though the crack at the back of his head had done some damage, but he hadn’t been unconscious for long.
He tried to push himself upright to find his hands had been bound behind his back. That growing pool of blood was getting closer as he watched. Though he’d probably shed a bit of his own blood, the thought of being touched by the thick liquid repelled him.
Laufus Turf House pt 2
Having gone out the back, gabled part of the turf house, I came upon the church. The church was built in 1853.
Spring Cleaning
The first day of Spring, Ruth had the patio cleared of all the debris. A week later she had the old, wrought iron table brought out from a garage. Two chairs turned up in the attic. Two were in a storage unit. She found the last two in the basement. It all needed a good coat of paint.
By the time she was done, it was nearly Summer. She looked over her hard work with pleasure.
“Now, all I need to do is fill the seats with people. Who should I invite?”
The party list took six more months.
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
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Suzie’s House 525 : Where’s Vin?
“Miranda, where’s Vin?” Drew barely waited for her to open the door to the room she shared with Vin before asking.
“What? You think I’m his social secretary or something?” She stepped into the hallway. “He isn’t here.”
In truth, she’d been worried about him for a while now. He was working the kind of scary case that had once lead a pair of killers right to their door. Only way back then it had been Drew’s case and Drew had everyone in the house backing him up. This time Vin was completely on his own.
Laufus Turf House pt 1
Not surprisingly, we arrived in the rain. The Laufus turf house was originally made for the wealthy. Unlike Eric the Red’s place – or most others in Iceland – this was a sprawling, interconnected set of chambers capable of housing up to 30 people in relative comfort.
We were greeted by a guide in authentic garb. It’s one of the rules of the place that all the employees dress as they would have a hundred years ago.
