“Come on. It’s time.” Bruce got up as soon as the band took their first bows. He wanted to get the entire crew into the alley behind the theater before the encores started.
Not counting Tracy – who they left sitting there – there were eight of them at the show today. That should be more than enough to make his uncle happy. All of them stood up and followed Bruce. Word must have gotten around what he did to any slackers.
Featured Author: Old Egg with Ahu and Ahuahu, which has recently seen the addition of a new character. It’ll be interesting to see what happens to him.
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What’s that? It’s a coupon code for 25% off on anything in my Etsy store. It’s good from now to April 15th.
Apparently what you do is put this code in the field for it when you check out and you will automatically get the discount.
Tempting?
Here are a few of the items available:
Jill: No, no, Jack. You can’t feed my mother to the neighbors?
Jack: Not enough sauce?
Jill: Too much sass!
Previously in Jack and Jill: Fly Away Birdy
Word: Sassy
Suggested by: The Boy and agreed to by a whole bunch of others
It takes time
to realize that the world has indeed ended and everyone that matters
is long gone and the screaming, yawning void inside
can’t be filled by tears.
It takes time
for the tattered remains of purpose in life
to knit back into the fabric of a day.
For the joy of survival to carry any meaning and
for life to go on.
It takes time
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. Tomorrow I drive out to the airport and pick up Mr. Al. Yay!
2. Decide what to do about the new glasses.
3. Taxes.
4. Take pictures of the dangles I made so I can put them in my Etsy store.
5. Read some blogs.
6. Take pictures of all 13 of the gargoyles that have appeared around the house.
7. Take The Girl to her singing lesson.
8. Turn in the mail that the letter carrier refuses to pick up that was delivered to the wrong place.
9. Taxes.
10. Revise some pages.
11. Water the houseplants.
12. Take pictures of Jack and Jill.
13. More taxes.
“This is so iconic,” Tracy grumbled.
“Iconic?” Bruce looked puzzled for a minute. “Oh! You mean ironic!”
“That’s what I said,” Tracy glared at him. “Like I was saying, my boyfriend is off practicing with the Masked Wonder for the sake of my own band while I’m stuck here with you. Is that ironic or what?”
Featured Author: This week we bid a sad farewell to Points of Departure which has come to its natural conclusion – right down to the epilogue. Seems like I’ve been saying a lot of goodbyes lately. But I trust Ann to come up with something else for us. If you haven’t checked out any of her other series, you’re missing out. She’s got some great ones.
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My mother-in-law died last weekend. She was quite old and had suffered poor health for many years, so it came as no surprise. Still, the final blow was fast. She had an aneurysm that reached critical point. Judging from the size, the doctors say she had probably suffered from it undiagnosed for many years. They refused to operate. Apparently even a healthy young body might not make it through the operation. From the moment she went into the hospital until she died was three days. It could have been minutes or months.
We can’t afford to send the whole family out there right now, so only Mr. Al went to the funeral. The kids hardly remembered her and have not shed a tear. They had already said their goodbyes a few years ago when we went out to visit her specifically for that purpose.
Unlike with poor Jack, my mother-in-law and I got along very well. During her husband’s funeral I became her emotional support, and basked in a special place in her heart from then on. She was a sweet old lady who never really had any idea where I was coming from. I have cried a little. But this loss isn’t devastating.
Mr. Al has been out there for most of a week now. We keep in touch with email and text messaging. His comments have brought me into that world as much as I need to be. I don’t know if I’ve been supportive or not. I just tell him I love him and otherwise act normal.
So I’ve been in this weird place. It’s not really grief, but it’s not exactly happy either. Some of my posts probably reflect that. Sorry about that.
Jack: You are not welcome here! Go home!
Tina (Jill’s mother): What home? I have no other home to go to.
Jack: Then go somewhere else. Pack your bags. I’ll be glad to send you on your way.
Tina: What? You going to send me to China or something? You don’t have the money.
Jack: China? I think maybe I could pull that off.
Today’s word: China
Brought to you by: The Boy
Previously in Jack and Jill: Fly Away Birdy
A dozen relatives stood around the tomb
while the priest recited lines
that should have held deep meaning.
Stone faced, not a single child cried.
The widow, inconsolable, unable to not
grieve, stood alone. Cried alone. Carried on
with a life made vacant by different kinds of leaving.
Twenty years later, her turn comes and
history repeats itself.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
1. Road
2. river
3. bend
4. airport
5. bereavement
6. discount
7. Mother-In-Law
8. old
9. aneurism
10. fast
11. goodbye
12. final
13 ash
“Would you cut it out? I don’t want them.” Lisa shoved Tracy’s hand out of her way so she could get into her room.
She took out her cell phone, but before she could press the button to make it light up so she could read the time, Tracy got in her face again.
“If you had any idea what I went through to get these…”
Featured author: Welcome back Carrie Ann Golden! It’s wonderful to see more of the Underverse.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put the direct link(s) to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.