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And how did it get to be April 26th? Once again, I planned to do too much in April, so therefore, I did none of it. This little cutie is part of it, a rescue who is afraid of her own shadow. She decided I was her emotional support human, so that and a day…
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Carly’s Bedtime Story Carly watched and smiled as her mother walked across the room, leaving a jet stream of aerosol spray behind her as she walked. The cool droplets settled around bed and Carly inhaled the fragrant air. “Good. You sprayed extra tonight. I told you that they woke me up last night with all…
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The Garage Sale “Look, the purse department,” Sandy announced, waving her arm as if she were a pudgy Vanna White. “We have all brands, all price ranges, all seasons and all styles.” She laughed. “I hope we can sell some of them, I’d be embarrassed to take fifty seven purses to good will.” “Oh, it…
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The Farber Company Picnic Each spring, Farber Corporation paid for the employee appreciation picnic and crawfish boil. The admin staff rented the city park, scheduled an inter-unit softball tournament, and bought enough food for a small army. There were about 2300 employees plus their families, less the 100 left running the plant today. The chief…
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I’m Adele, Fly me! I was going to say it started as an ordinary day, but truth be told, I haven’t had an ordinary day since I met Rose. She was the first person I met after moving to this town. There were other women, of course, it was a fairly large town, even in…
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The Qualifier The sign said “Mile 24”. A short blonde with a Texas Rangers ball cap was standing directly underneath the sign, cheering the runners. A large LED display was about 20 yards away, it had large numbers proclaiming “3:22:40”. Tracey did the math in her head. Two and two tenths’ miles to go. Twenty-two…
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Welcome to Walmart! I found out that I was conceived out of wedlock in the Navasota Walmart parking lot. Well, the actual conception event did not happen there. But for some reason, my mother decided that this was the time and place to reveal this history to me. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and…
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It’s Sucky Story Sunday – Ray Bradbury said you couldn’t write 52 Bad Stories. Challenge Accepted! This is week 3. The Pipe Philosopher Walter Jennings rang the doorbell and waited for an answer. The wooden porch creaked as he shifted his toolbox from one hand to the other. He heard quick, quiet steps come to…
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It’s Sunday, so here is a story. I’m trying to write 52 bad short stories this year. 2 down, 50 to go! The Grand Canyon Conspiracy The late afternoon sun was sinking into the Arizona horizon. The living room dark, except for the glow of the computer monitor on the corner desk. “A person could…
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(Yep, it’s January, so time to start up our yearly Ray Bradbury challenge! Read one short story, one poem, and one essay each day, and write a short story each week. Papa Ray says that you can’t write 52 bad stories. Challenge Accepted! And welcome to Sucky Story Sunday, Week 1) So tell me, Redditors,…
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