“Please,” he said.
Grinding her teeth, she growled, “This time only and then no more. This time only.”
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This weekend, Trifextra is asking us to finish the story launched by the words “The phone rang at 4am”. Not counting those four, we have 33 words to tell the whole tale.
… Read the restNick sang “Death chanced upon me in the hall.”
The women on either side of him echoed “ha-a-ll”.
Just outside the cubicle, the leader kept unnecessary time with the same hand he had used for the countdown, and Nick sang, “But I refused to fall.”… Read the rest
Edith said, “Easy now.”
“Rob sent me another letter,” Algy told her.
“Did he?”
“He wants me to send him my paycheck.”
“Ohh.” The sound was a cross between a groan and a sigh. Edith went to the cash drawer, counting the money twice over to be sure. Then she asked, “Did you write him back this time?”
Algy grunted.
“You did, didn’t you.”
Slowly Algy nodded. “I said to ask me nicely.”
Edith counted out several stacks of bills, then went into the office for her deposit slips.… Read the rest
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Those crafty Trifecta editors are at it again, asking us for a retold story in 33 words. Here’s mine. NB: “w/” is one word unconnected with “expertise”. There’s a space.
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Linking up here with Trifecta, this week brought to you by the word “safe”.… Read the rest
“Well, that’s a first.” Caren added the last of the bound carpet strips to the furniture piled at the curb.
Todd grunted an answer, but she couldn’t hear him, because he was hunkered behind the sofa, while she stood in front of the recliners. They still needed to flip those up onto the couch in order to fit the whole mountain on the narrow grass stripe between sidewalk and street. These tenants left so much that hauling it and the carpet out took them well into the night.
“We ought to get a management company,” Caren went on. “My back isn’t up for this kind of lifting.”… Read the rest
“Oh, no ma’am. We trust you,” Trevor said quickly.
Miss Anna laughed. No music in her voice, but no needles, either. “No you don’t” she said. “Nor would I in your shoes. Pick. But don’t drink. Not yet.”
“Did you really hex Mark for what he did to those cats?” asked Paul.
Miss Anna didn’t laugh this time. Just shook her head.
“But you could have,” Paul continued. It wasn’t a question.
Miss Anna nodded.
The choice in beverages suddenly seemed very important indeed. Trevor closed his eyes and picked blind, then Paul did the same.… Read the rest
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This weekend, those crazy crazy editors at Trifecta want us to write a story in three sentences. Those are mine. Up there.
… Read the restAnd finding a shrink who understood? Ogee’s parents visited thirteen. When Ogee said, “I need to understand gender expectations because I used to be a boy,” the psychiatrists and psychologists started spouting codes.
So when she was eight, Ogee’s parents took her to a regression therapist.… Read the rest
Weather
“You doing all right?” Al asked, indicating a bandage on his brother’s arm.
Jared grunted. He did not look at the white gauze that stretched from his wrist to his elbow. He said, “You’d never know we had any weather at all to look at your neighborhood.”
“Nope,” Al agreed.
Jared lifted his mug, then cradled it in both hands close to his chest.
“Are you OK?” Al asked again.
Jared leaned forward and set the coffee cup on the table. Finally, he said, “The worst was when the tub flipped. The wind screamed, and the house crashed, and I just laid there under the mattress.… Read the rest