Seeking continuity during this crisis, Sue was determined to continue to “dress for success.” This madness lasted only until she discovered the true joy of not wearing a bra. Now, success has a new meaning. Thanks to Sammi's Scribbles for the challenge to write about "continuity" in 35 words.
“That’s effing awesome!” “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three
Today, I offer a “tongue in cheek” look behind the scenes of my budding career as a sculptor.* “Is that your first sculpture?” He asked. That’s a bit of a cheeky question, I thought before replying: “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s so life-like. And look at those cheek bones!” “Erm … yes. They… Continue reading Great Cheeks!
Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House
Sweet or salty? I choose both. Sometimes the simplest choices have profound meaning. Inspiration thanks to Linda's SoCs word prompt "choices" and to Soul Searcher's challenge to tell a story in six words using the prompt "sugar." Visit their sites for other great contributions and to get the skinny on the rules.
Quit staring at me! You’re starting to give me a complex! Don’t blame me if people are looking at you. What do you expect!? I expect people to mind their own damn business! But seriously Sue, what’s with the monkey face? These 41 words of sheer fictional genius (ha ha) were inspired by Sammi's Scribbles challenge… Continue reading talking to the monkey in the mirror
Flashback post for Fandango's Flashback Friday I’d noticed the lights when I left the motel. They never got closer. But they also never dropped back. It was like we were attached by an invisible static line. I told myself I was being paranoid but a line from that movie he loves kept running through my… Continue reading The Lights
She wondered whether the storm windows would hold. They were meant to keep out bad weather, not … well whatever was falling from the sky. It was funny she used to think the end of the world would come later. After she was gone. Not when her dreams were finally within her grasp. It wasn’t… Continue reading Climate Storm v. Storm Windows
Three men enter, one man pees? I would be remiss if I didn't give inspirational credit to the THUNDERDOME. And of course our Six Word Story Challenge hosts at The Soul Search Site.
She planned to go at first light. But as the rays filtered through the slats, she felt a moment of doubt. No! It had to be now. If she didn’t go now, she’d never go. Her ‘no’ spun into a maybe until it was a yes. Then she’d be stuck. Forever. No! Now beckoned.… Continue reading Following the Sun