Thursday, December 31, 2009

Til Death do Us Part

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony," the preacher intoned, gazing around the church, smiling at familiar faces.

Both families had been coming to services at the church for years so the preacher was overjoyed to be uniting them through the marriage of the two youngest members of each group. He remembered the night four years ago when he pronounced to his wife his certainty the two would wed. He had spied a smoldering glance from Tom and watched Irene's face flame red. He knew then it was only a matter of time.

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Friday, December 18, 2009

The First Time

“Here, let me help.”

“I can do it.”

“I can help hold it.”

“I said I can do it!”

“Are you sure?”


“I don’t think you’re doing it right.”

“Hold on a minute, I’ll get it.”

“Ouch! That hurt!”

“Sorry, baby, I’m trying.”

“Haven’t you ever done this before?”



“I didn’t think it’d be this hard.”

“Maybe you should have asked someone how to do it.”

“I am not asking someone how to do this. I’ll figure it out.”

“How long will it take? I’m ready!”

“If you’d be still, it’d go a lot faster.”

“I’m trying to be still, but it hurts!”

“There, I think I’ve got it.”

“It’s crooked!”


“Daddy! I can’t go to school with a crooked ponytail!”

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Christmas Wishes

Ok, this is the last of the stories I needed to catch up on the Your Photo Story prompt blog. I hope y'all enjoy this one. Thought it was appropriate to do a seasonal piece.

Charlie stared at the Christmas tree, tears streaming down his cheeks. Carla watched him, not sure how to fix things. That no good bastard could have at least stopped by here on his way to visit The Whore, she thought, twisting the phone cord in her hand savagely. She had been trying to reach Steve for two hours with no luck.

“What was that you said, honey?” she asked Charlie, not catching his whisper.

Wiping a tear, he said, “Nothing, Mom, I was talking to Santa.”

Carla sighed, knowing he was asking Santa to send his dad home for Christmas again. He’d ask the same thing of every Santa they saw in the mall and on TV. She had found it was hard to explain to a six year old that Santa couldn’t always deliver what you wanted. He was insistent Santa would come through because he always got the gifts he wanted each year.

A terrific noise outside drew their attention. “What the hell?” Carla wondered, stepping in front of Charlie who was reaching to open the front door. “Let me go first, honey.”

Carla inched the door open slowly, peeking around the corner. “Shit!” she muttered, spying her ex-husband sprawled on the front porch, passed out cold.

“Dad!” Charlie shouted and rushed around her, stooping at his father’s side.

Carla knelt also, trying to figure out how she was going to get Steve inside, when Charlie spoke, mischief lighting his eyes. “I guess dad couldn’t handle riding in Santa’s sleigh.”

Horse Play

I'm cacthing up on the prompts for the Your Photo Story blog. Here is my second story of the day:

“Have you ever wondered what they’re thinking?” Terrie asked Barbra, looking deep into the horse’s eyes.

“I know what this one is thinking,” Barbra replied with authority.

“Yeah, sure, you think you know everything.”

“I’ll bet you ten dollars I know what this horse wants,” Barbra offered.

Terrie contemplated her friend. Barbra did have a habit of thinking she knew everything about everything, which was very annoying. Terrie didn’t want to part with ten dollars, but didn’t see how Barbra could possibly know what the horse wanted, and she would love to see her eat crow for once. Digging in her pocket, she pulled out the betting money and said, “you’re on.”

Barbra stepped around Terrie and said, “He wants a carrot.”

Terrie asked, “How could you possibly know that? Do you speak horse,” she teased, hearing the horse whinny at Barbra.

Pulling the hand she had concealed behind her back to the front, Barbra answered, “No, I just know he sure was eyeing this carrot hungrily before you got here,” before snatching the ten from Terrie’s hand, and laughing her head off.

Getting What is Least Expected

This is a story for the Your Photo Story prompt site. I hope y'all enjoy it.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Sheila screamed over the roar of the engines. “Who jumps out of a perfectly good airplane?” She asked, fingers tightening on the edges of the door, holding on for dear life.

“People who want more out of life than the boring ordinary,” Clint replied, strapped into the tandem chute at her back. “Now relax and push off. I’m right here with you. It’s going to be fine.”

Sheila didn’t believe him for a minute. She had been tricked into this adventure. Well, not exactly tricked, she admitted, but it was definitely underhanded. When she gave him the ticket for one day of whatever he wanted for his birthday, she sure didn’t imagine it would be 2,000 feet in the air.

At Clint’s not -so-subtle nudge, she took a deep breath and pushed out of the plane.
Screaming at the top of her lungs, she shut her eyes tightly and waited for death.

“Open your eyes,” Clint ordered.


“Come on,” he laughed, “you won’t regret it.”

Sheila peeked with one eye and what she saw took her breath away. Opening both eyes wide, she took in the vista laid out in patchwork below them.

“It’s beautiful,” she shouted.

“Now aren’t you glad you came?”

Even though she was glad, and wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Sheila wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “I’ll let you know when my feet are safely on the ground again,” she quipped, relaxing and enjoying the rest of the journey.

The Price of Beauty

This is my contribution to this weeks Three Word Wednesday prompt.

It was a grave offence to all things good and decent that she had to forgo the decadent chocolate ├ęclair beckoning from the dessert tray, but offended or not, Gwyneth wanted to keep the lithe figure all the fashion magazines paid big bucks for so she squared her shoulders and ordered a bowl of strawberries instead.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Banquet for Three

This is my contribution to the Three Word Wednesday prompt for the week. I haven't did the prompt in a while, but hope to get back into it. Hope y'all like this little micro-fiction piece.

Eric was enjoying a sumptuous feast of strawberries dipped in chocolate sauce, dribbling sauce in strategic places, stopping to fondle sweet tasting morsels, when a sudden kick reminded him of what happened the last time he partook of this particular feast.