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“My love for you is like this flower.” Alicia held it up Liam like an Olympic torch to the flaming bowl.

“It’s a dandelion.” He backed off a step, almost tripping over the back step of
Sally’s house.

Alicia advanced on him. “It survives the hottest days of Summer or the depths of Winter. It will not die, but ever, eternally, longingly continue. All it needs is the water of your returned affection.”

“You already know I love Sally.”

“But”

“No buts.” Sally came out the back door. She leaned forward and blew.

Dandelion fluff scattered all over the yard.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Marie Gail Stratford

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Suzie’s House 521 : Degree of Separation

Beth slid into her seat with her head ducked down in difference to the teacher. Five minutes late for class wasn’t really that long, but it seemed like a lot when every one else was already sitting. Except Emma, of course. Because Emma had been out in the hall, singing.

Wow. Just… wow.

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Tropical Vacation

Marge and Jane bumped into each other in the Atlanta airport.

“Hey, Marge! Where have you been? I’m just flying home after a wonderful vacay in the Bahamas. Sun, surf, and cabana boys. I’m bringing home so much rum my suitcase is gurgling. How about you?” She arched one eyebrow with a superior smirk.

“Costa Rica – a resort West of Liberia.” She just smiled.

“Oh my word! Look out the window. Is that SNOW? In Atlanta?”

Marge gave it barely a glance. She already knew what she’d find back home in Montana.

“You may have got more sun, but I bet I get more snow.”

Marge caught herself and winced.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Suzie’s House 520: Hall Concert

Justin heard Emma’s voice from two floors down when he stepped into the stairwell. He checked the time on his phone. Now? When class was about to start? She’d start a riot!

He raced up the stairs and burst into the hall to see Emma and Bruce in the T intersection surrounded by a dozen students. She had on a mask. Bruce had his keyboard out and tried to play with one hand.

Justin kept himself from running over mostly because it wasn’t like running would be much help right then. The riot hadn’t started yet.

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Minimum Wage

Ted swore. The little wooden disk he’d just made split in half under the drill, flying off to hit the wall. That made three failures. Could he fill Ruth’s order in time? She hadn’t even argued over his ten dollar charge.

Ten minutes and an angry gardener chasing to get the branches. Five minutes running branches through the table saw but all day fixing the machine Five minutes on the grinder with twenty buttons lost and back to the saw. Varnish still to go. Did drying time count?

“I’m so glad I’m not a wage slave getting paid by the hour,” he told himself.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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After the Hurricane

“Hi, John. So this is your new place?”Ashley picked her way through the building debris. “I feel for you. It’s going to take a lot of work.”

“Too true.” John nodded.

“If only that pesky hurricane hadn’t hit last month…”

“Hurricane? No, that wasn’t what went wrong. It was the bank. They are foreclosing on me. I’m just here to make sure they get their money’s worth.” He hefted a sledgehammer.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Suzie’s House 519 : C’est Moi

Emma suffered one of those heart-stopping moments when she knew with absolute certitude she was going to do something stupid. A part of her was terrified what Berth would think of Bruce, or – worse – what Bruce would think of Emma for making a friend outside the band.

But she had to do something. Beth was looking at Bruce with half hero worship and half confusion; and Bruce was looking at Beth with that fake bemusement he got when he was about to be really rude.

“B-Beth, this is B-Bruce.” Emma flapped her hand from one to the other and back like they were sitting in a drawing room with a fancy tea set and everything instead of standing in the middle of the hall at school, waiting for the teachers to come out and yell at them that the bell was about to ring and why weren’t they moving already. “Bruce, this is my friend from English class. And some others.”

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Inside Joke

“Let’s ride the Whirly-Whirl!” Alicia pulled on Sally’s hand.

“You mean the Hurly-Hurl? No way. Let’s just go back to the bumper cars.”

“Come on. I’m tired of bumper cars. Besides. We always ride the Whirly-Whirl. It’s tradition.” Alicia tugged harder.

“Every time you sit on the inside I end up cleaning my clothes in the bathroom. The only way I’d ride that with you is if you sit on the outside.”

“Okay!”

Afterward Alicia wiped her mouth in mortification while Sally laughed.

“That was worth it,” Alicia giggled. “The expressions on the faces of the people coming toward us….”

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll

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Suzie’s House 518 : In the Intersection of Hallways

Bruce caught sight of Emma in the halls of the high school. He just happened to glance to his left, down the T-intersection, to see her coming out of one classroom while he was heading straight toward another.

Though they went to the same school, they were on different tracks, so he hardly ever saw much of her. Or anyone else in the band. Her worst of all because she didn’t even have lunch with them.

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Dragon Bones

Every step the white knight took sent chiming accusations throughout the valley of dragon bones. The musical sound of bone under foot or clanking ribs hanging about his numb shoulders should have called a guardian. Last year the knight killed him.

Once he’d slain the last dragon, the knight entered the treasure room to find only a diary. It was written by a dragon. This year, having read the book, the knight came with a bouquet to pay homage.

If only he had known before he’d made a career of murder that dragons are people too.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

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Packing It In

True story. I did a mediocre job of packing for Iceland. True, it has the word Ice in the name, but it was also the middle of summer. I packed for March in Montana – lots of layers. I had a hat with me, but it wasn’t warm enough.

Everything in the tourist shops of Iceland is expensive! A set of lava coasters were $90. Handmade hats? Forget it. But I happened to run across a $8 Made-in-China beanie in a grocery store.

If the handmade had been $30 I’d have bought them instead. So much for enterprising Iceland.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Björn Rudberg

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Suzie’s House 517 : Head Cases

Vin dragged himself into the house in utter exhaustion. He’d subcontracted with the FBI to work on a serial killer case that had covered five states so far. Although the part of the work that he was responsible for was supposed to be confined to Wisconsin, he’d gone to a meeting in Chicago, an only now gotten back.

It was late. Maybe he should sleep in Miranada’s “shoe room” rather than risk waking her up. She wasn’t exactly easy to get along with when she didn’t get enough sleep. All the windows visible from the front of the house were dark, but a soft glow from the kitchen made it’s way down the hall to the front door. Curious, he dropped his luggage by the stairs, and made his way to the kitchen.

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And Her Response?

“Is this winter colder than last? I think it’s colder.” Liam shivered, reaching for a sweater.

“The thermostat is set for 65,” Sally assured him. “Mom says we’re already paying twice as much for heat as before.”

“It’s the inevitable dying of our world. Not just the coming climate change,” he held up a hand to stop any interruptions. “Our sun is becoming a dark, cold, red giant. It’s the ticking, ticking, ticking of a universe fated to falter into ever lasting darkness,”

“Here. I’ll turn on a light. Maybe that will make you feel better.”

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Sandra Crook

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Well, What Do You Know?

Ken sneaked up while Marge flipped through the print out of accounts receivables. Sometimes her job at the Bitterroot Mercantile felt like charity work. If they weren’t distant relations, there’s no way she’d go through all this for Ken.

“Hey, where was that one taken?” He pointed at her monitor where her personal photo screensaver rolled. “Must be a Hollywood set. I mean, really – ice on the trees but the grass is so green? How stupid do they think we are?”

“That was taken out front yesterday, Ken.” She said nothing about stupidity.

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The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

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Suzie’s House 516 : No Excuses

“Please tell me the tea you’ve been feeding me isn’t actually toxic.” Drew made himself stay upright though he felt like he’d been sucker punched. He forced his feet into the den where Trent and Sonoma had been arguing. But as soon as he drew even with the straight back chair against the wall, he slumped into it.

“Even water is toxic if you get enough of it.” Trent said.

“You would say that.” If it had been Sonoma saying it, Drew might have lost his grip. Being Trent just annoyed him. “Always backing your wife even when you were arguing with her a minute ago.”

“Drew.” Sonoma rushed forward, completely ignoring their byplay. “I am so very sorry.”

She tried to grab his hands, but he wasn’t having any of it. She glanced down, and he thought if she’d been twenty years younger, she probably would have gone down on her knees to beg his forgiveness.

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