Friday, October 17, 2014


“It’s almost midnight and my parents are still not home. Where can they be?”
“I can’t understand why I’m so nervous. I’ve been home alone before, but never for this long or so late. I jumped at noise in the kitchen. Spinning around at the sound, wide eyed I stared into the room. “It’s only the refrigerator,” I thought,” but in the quiet of the house it sounded ominous.
Moving from room to room, I turned on every light in the house. “My dad will throw a fit when about the cost of electricity when he gets home, but at this point, “I don’t care.” I picked up and loaded my dad’s 12 gauge and locked myself in my bedroom. I sat down on the bottom of my bed. I was afraid. My nerves were on edge.
The lights flickered once. Then they went out. The house plunged into darkness. I spun toward the loud tapping on the window. Pale moonlight eased through the glass. Seeing the silhouette of a moving hand, I lifted the gun and fired.
The loud blast in the small room nearly deafened me. I barely heard the crash of shattering glass.
My ears were still ringing when my parents came home. My dad reset the thrown breakers and lights came back on.
I was sitting and sobbing on my bed when my dad forced the door open. Thankfully the gun was empty. My mom gasped and my dad shook his head as he strode across the room to survey the damage.
He said, “You took care of the maple branch that I was planning to trim.” He turned to see my mom cradling me. He took two steps toward us and gently pried his shotgun from my hands. 

Several hours later, a man reported to a nearby hospital to seek treatment for wounds from a gun cleaning accident to his hand and forearm.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

From Bad to Worse

It wasn’t the evening that he planned. He brought her a small bouquet of flowers and took her to a moderately expensive restaurant for dinner. They walked along holding hands as the window shopped.  She wanted to stroll through the downtown and relax after the meal.
It wasn’t his fault that the heel of her shoe snapped off. No stores were still open to buy another pair. He couldn’t hail a taxi and her limping walk slowed them even more; shoe foot, bare foot, shoe foot.
He managed not to laugh when she stepped in some dog feces that an uncaring dog owner hadn’t collected. A nearby puddle of water on the walk beneath an air conditioner gave her some relief, then he gave her his handkerchief to wipe the worst of it away.
A sprinkle of rain began to intrude on their evening. He found shelter for them in a doorway with a sagging canvas awning, as the rain became a downpour. The awning filled, sagging more. A tearing sound, then a cascade of water as the awning gave way. His date was drenched. Water dripped from her hair and the hem of her dress.
He didn’t think his comment of “It may help to get rid of the doggie doo” made her feel any better. She gave me one of those “How dare you” looks. Her icy stare told me that the evening wasn’t going to end well.
Unable to hail a taxi, we caught a bus as it rolled by. We climbed aboard. Because of the rain, the bus was packed, with standing room only. All of the passengers stared at her as though she was an Apocalypse Zombie and moved to give her room. He had to admit that she didn’t look her best, but the crowd parted and gave them room. A puddle formed where we stood.
We exited the bus and it was still pouring. We were a block from her home. Silence reigned. I escorted her to her porch. She unlocked the door and went inside. There was no kiss, no hug, and not even a thank you. I said “Good night.” The bang of the door was my only answer.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Another short story of the flash fiction category. It will be a busy week and my posts may not be as long, which might make some readers happy, but I do hope that you enjoy what I've shared with you. If you desire to make comments you can always note me Thanks.
In the Spirit

Blood, a puddle, a pool of it, spreading from beneath the body; I could see it, smell it, watch it grow. The knife, a silent witness, said so much. I reached out. The body was still warm, sprawled, face down on the floor. The oak boards tried to resist the probing fingers of blood, but the worn spots sucked at the plasma hungrily.
Who was this victim? What was the name of this lifeless form? I recognized the shape of this being and the clothing, but how did it get here? Nothing was making sense. I had no memory, no recollection, and no understanding of what went on. I was confused, upset, angry, and didn’t know why.
On the table was a folded paper, a letter, a goodbye note. The signature was mine.
My spirit stiff was depressed. I still felt that there was no hope. I still wanted it to all end, but it hadn’t ended. Ife still goes on, but on another plane.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Her Beauty

She stepped onto the bus, her tresses cascaded over her shoulders in shimmering chestnut waves. Her smile immediately filled the bus with sunshine. That smile seemed directed at me. With amazing grace, she dropped her money into the change box and sauntered down the aisle. She stopped and turned to me.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked.
I glanced around. The bus was nearly empty and yet she chose the spot beside me.
“N-n-n-o-o,” I managed to stammer.
She slid into the seat. Her delicate scent filled my nostrils.
 “I’m on my way home,” she shared, glancing over at me.
I felt a lump in my throat and couldn’t speak. She was so beautiful.
“My husband isn’t home at present,” She murmured and placed a slender hand on my thigh.
My breath caught in my throat. My brain began to spin as her heady perfume captivated me and her suggestion sank in.
She slid her hand up and down my thigh, stirring a feeling in my loins.
The bus hissed to a stop. Taking my hand, she led me down the aisle and off the bus. I had to hold my newspaper in front of me to avoid embarrassment.
She closed and locked the apartment door behind her. Pulling me close,  she whispered in my ear, “What do you want for supper, dear?”
“Whatever you want, love, but it’s my turn to pick you up on the bus tomorrow.”


Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Because of my increasing number of senility episodes, I posted yesterday and it should have been posted today. I was so upset about the Walmart placing the star and crescent moon tree toppers with the Christmas decorations that I posted yesterday.
So, instead, I thought I'd post a flash fiction story. We were challenged to write a short story, one that is 00 words or less. mine is 245. I hope that you like it.
Long and Short

They walked into a bank close to downtown. Sam leaned close and said, “Gimme a bag, Dana.” Dana pulled a cloth bag from a larger one she carried. Each moved to stand in front of a teller. Sam pulled out a revolver and said, “Hand over the money. Put it on the counter. Empty your drawers, now. This is a robbery.”
Rifling through the bills, they made sure there were no dye packs, then shoved the cash into their sacks. Turning, the couple exited the bank. Slowly, they strolled away, mingling with the lunchtime crowd on the street.
The police swarmed the bank. They surveyed the banks recordings and began to search for the couple: a white male dressed in jeans, blue hoodie, and a ball cap pulled over his eyes and a white female wearing tight black spandex pants, a gray hoodie, and a pulled down ball cap. The descriptions matched several other local heists.
An APB was sent out. An intense search started.
An hour later, a couple checked out of a hotel, three blocks from the bank. The tall woman and her slender boyfriend walked to the bus station, right by the bank where the activity still swirled.
The large woman approached a policeman. Sitting her suitcase on the sidewalk, she asked, “What’s happening, officer?”
“A bank robbery, ma’am.”
“Goodness!” her reply.
Dana picked up his heavy suitcase and said, “We need to go, Samantha. We’ll miss our bus.”

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Must Christians Really?

I was shopping at our local Walmart store last week. I wanted to buy some green Christmas lights for a tree outside of my house before they all were sold like last year. I thought that I would look at the other Christmas ornaments and the tree toppers at the same time.
I found the lights. There were only a few left. Most of them were already gone. I felt good that I was able to get them before they were all gone. I looked at other items, seeing what was new. There were the usual gaudy, cheap ornaments, reels for storing Christmas light, and garland. As I pushed my shopping cart down the tree topper aisle, I was stopped in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I saw. They had the normal stars, snowflakes, starbursts, and even an owl to perch on the top of a tree, but what hit me like a fist was the topper that seemed totally out of place. I felt sick to my stomach.
The topper was the crescent moon and star, one of the symbols of Islam.
We are being deluged with stories of ISIS, a radical group of Islamists, beheading Christians in Iraq and Syria and here it was nestled with the decorations of the Christmas season. Christmas is a Christian holiday, not one to be shared with a religion that calls Christians infidels and dogs. It shouldn’t be shared with a religion who wants to convert Christians or kill them. It was offensive and disgusting to me as a Christian.
I was so surprised I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I wanted to rip them off the peg they were hanging on and stomp them there in the middle of Walmart, but I thought, “This isn’t a local store problem, this is companywide”  at all of their store locations. Smashing them would be of little use. I paid for my purchases and left the store. I shared my experience on Facebook and got a few responses, but I wanted the offensive symbols removed from all Walmart stores or at least removed from the Christmas section of the stores.
I called the company offices and a young lady took my information, saying that a local manager would be calling me back n regard to my complaint. They woman seemed sympathetic to my call and did say, “Have a blessed weekend, sir.”
I felt that this was another blatant assault on Christianity by a corporation that makes millions of dollars during the Christmas season, but doesn’t allow their employees to say, “Merry Christmas” and must reply “Happy Holidays.” Why are they now seemingly endorsing another religion while refusing to honor the reason for the holiday in the first place? If Christ hadn’t been born, there would be no reason to celebrate December 25th.
Yesterday, I got a call from the manager at our local Walmart. She had no idea that the item was even on display in her store. She also seemed sympathetic to my concerns and reason for my upset. I described the item and its location. She said that she would check it out and try to handle my concern. I suggested that she place it with the Halloween items or the pork products as appropriate display areas.
I shop the Walmart frequently and said, “If it’s not removed, I will do my shopping elsewhere.” I will check it out later today and see if it is resolved.
When I sent an e-mail to the corporate headquarters, I asked, “What executive allowed a buyer to select such an item for a Christmas tree topper?” I think the buyer and the executive should be discharged and they should be beheaded from their positions.
I finished with my will this morning and told my attorney about the Walmart issue. He couldn't believe that Walmart would put such things out with the Christmas items. I told him, "When I stop at Walmart's today and if they haven't removed it, I would get back to him if he wasn't afraid to take on Walmart.
He chuckled and said, "I've gotten money from Walmart before."
At Walmart, one of the first places I visited was the tree toppers. The spot that held the crescent and star was vacant. I immediately went to the back of the store and asked for a manager. The manager who came out was the same one that I spoke to on the phone. I thanked her very much for her prompt response. She shared that she hadn't been aware of this product and that she notified the personnel above her.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Burdened Hearts

For the past few months, my heart and mind has been burdened with the heartbreak of my friends, my family members, and those as close as family members. Sharing these burdens has become so frequent that they seem to rush at me, one after another. I think about each individual incident as I go about my daily tasks and each person affected, sharing prayers.
Today, as I was mowing, I decided to share these thoughts with my readers, not the particulars, I have no desire to embarrass people that I have held in confidence. I will address things in a general manner and limited details.
I have mentioned before about the loss of my cousin, Charlene, and much of that burden is for her family and friends, especially her mom who has endured so much.
It seems like so many of my friends and Face Book friends have been hit with illnesses the most common disease has been cancer. Each one pricks my heart. My wife and mother-in-law died with this malignant disease hidden inside of them.
Some of my friends are struggling with financial problems; making their money stretch, trying to find a place to live, or difficulties with heath care. Sometimes one problem bleeds into another.
I am not even sure how to approach my last concern. I’m not sure that it is the most demanding, but it is the most recent. It hit me like a fist. When children stray, it’s like a dagger to the heart of the parent. It is a hard burden to bear, both for the child and to the parent. The incident has ruined the trust between the parents and child and it has ruined the bright future of this child.
It has to be devastating for the family. The parents are close friends and it has hit me hard. I try to help bear the emotional weight by thinking of them and praying frequently. There is not much else for me to do. I am not sure that the parents even know that I understand what is happening in their lives, so what do I do, but wait and pray.
Don’t think I have an Eeyore attitude or am a gloomy Gus, I’m not. I try to make others smile. I try to help in any way that I can. I don’t know if I would be able to help carry this load if it weren’t for the frequent release occasions. I like the time I spend talking and laughing with others. Unknowingly, they provide mental health for me. They divert my thoughts from the secrets inside and allow me to escape, even for a few minutes.