Categotry Archives: Fiction
Suzie’s House 550 : So, We Can Come Back?
Suzie glanced out the front window about half an hour after she and the rest had come back from their picnic in the quary to find her favorite kids all milling around on the sidewalk in front of the house, casting looks of yearning and frustration. She immediately went to the front door and opened it wide.
Hitting the wall
“Becky, Honey, slow down!” “Tag! You’re it, Mommy!” Becky screeched and giggled as she ran around the corner of the old historical site. Her mother couldn’t keep up. Who knew a little girl could run so fast? Or maybe it was all the worry; where the next paycheck would come from, who would provide daycare, where Becky’s father disappeared to. This trip back home wasn’t helping. Sometimes it was enough to take her breath away. She made it around the […]
Suzie’s House 549 : Kate’s Place
Kate and her besties, Katy and Alisha, sat on the plush carpet of her bedroom with poker cards in their hands and fits of giggles that wouldn’t stay down. “We’re so baaaad!” Alisha bumped shoulders with Kate and unleashed another torrent of giggles. “I know! Right? We’re the worst!” Katy smirked as she threw down a card. “hit me.” “Hit me? Isn’t that what you say in, like, Pinochle? That’s not as daring as Poker.” Alisha capitalized her words with […]
Communing With the Deadhead
“I thought we were going to have a séance.” Deborah followed Inga through the stately old mansion to a round table overburdened with cups and coffee urns. “It’s certainly the right setting, but what’s with all this?” “Some of the people objected when they found out we were going to try to talk to Jerry Garcia. One thing led to another. A bunch from Narcotics Anonymous got involved. We had to make some adjustments.” “So… no séance?” “No seance.” “Then….” […]
Suzie’s House 548 : At Bruce’s Place
As Bruce stepped into his house, his fathers pride and joy – a tower of empty beer cans – crashed to the floor. One of the cans even shot out of the living room to the little entry hall where he and his band mates stood. He couldn’t have been any more mortified.
Cultural Reference
I tried to make my kids watch Singing in the Rain. The Boy barely lasted through the opening credits before going off to talk to his girlfriend. The Girl squirmed in her seat until I couldn’t stand it, then wandered off. I’d almost quit too when The Girl came back. Gene Kelly splashed in puddles. “Oh,” she said. “I’ve seen this!” “That’s why I wanted you to see the movie. That way you’ll understand when people talk about….” “I don’t […]
Suzie’s House 547 : At Justin’s Place
They heard it before they got there. Some crazy jam session was going on with a lot more than just a drum or two and some guitars and maybe a didgeridoo. Though muffled by walls, it made his fingers twitch. Bruce had never been to Justin’s place before. Until Tracy walked up to the door, he had more than half hoped it was just some stranger’s house. If it didn’t belong to Justin, then Bruce didn’t have to envy the […]
Trick or Treat
Around Halloween, Ruth liked to play with the neighborhood kids. She put up fake cobwebs, wore ragged old clothes, and answered the door of her old Victorian herself. Of course they thought they were playing ding dong ditch, and she was playing peekaboo. (Bonus section 1:) The door creaked open. All but one of the kids ran screaming. “Yes?” Ruth raised an eyebrow at the intrepid soul. “I’m Ted’s friend, Sally.” “Oh. Right. I’ve been expecting you. Come on in. […]
Suzie’s House 546 : Emma’s Place III
“Wait. Just. One. Minute.” Pete glowered at her. “Are you assuming that either of us has ever had intimate relations with your husband? Just become we are gay does NOT mean we are loose! Either one of us.” “Speak for yourself,” Gabe muttered. But then he ruined the sarcasm with a gentle smile directed at Emma’s mother. “Honey, we love your husband dearly, but not like that. Alright?”
Suzie’s House 545 : At Emma’s Place II
Sophie was half tempted to step out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. Though it wasn’t as muggy lately as it had been over Summer, she still would have liked to dry off a bit more before getting dressed. But she could hear voices from the living room. Probably, Emma’s friends had come over. Though it was nice to see that her shy, awkward daughter had friends, it was a bit of a pain entertaining them all the […]
Moving Day
Crack. Miranda suppressed an urgent need to roll her eyes. Just her luck to bump something while carrying a heavy box right behind Diane who disappeared into her new apartment. The now broken mirror sat on the lawn with scattered boxes and furniture. Miranda squatted in front of it. “Mirror mirror on the lawn. Who’s the….” She took in the teased high hair, the tight clothes, the hint of wrinkle, and break in the reflection, and couldn’t resist rubbing the […]
Suzie’s House 544 : At Emma’s Place 1
Ethan had planned on doing overtime this weekend. It wasn’t that he was scheduled, just an optional job he thought he might pick up to increase their income a little bit. That and get to know one of the guys down at the meat packing plant that might eventually turn into a desk job.
Today’s Event
Marge did not feel the majesty of the moment. She could see it clear enough. The hopeful expression on children and adults alike. The sheer mass of the flickering lanterns set upon the sea to bear wishes to the gods had an appeal. Maybe she’d been traveling too much. It was striking her as just another festival. Well, tomorrow’s itinerary looked promising. The Kanamara Penis Festival. The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle […]
Suzie’s House 543 : Lisa’s House
Lisa’s mother was in her kitchen with a laptop on the table in front of her and a stack of bills next to her when Lisa opened the door. Ben and Gene stood on the stoop. “Hi Lisa.” Ben grinned like a little boy playing a prank. “Pardon,” Gene brushed past that annoying way he always did. “Bedroom?”
Substance Abuse
Ted, Garry, and Anna sat around Garry’s living room. Ted went expecting to do lines, but the powder was already all blown when he got there. Garry was so strung out he was shaking. Anna kept lighting up cigs then stubbing them out half smoked. “So, how was Hawaii?” Ted watched the last of the liquor go into Garry’s glass. “Hot. Lots of lava.” Anna nodded vacantly as she grabbed the pack and came up empty. “And you didn’t bring […]
