Archive for January, 2011

Bad Fit

Posted on January 31, 2011 5:03 am under Microfiction
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“Back in the box? Never gonna fit.”

“Aye, those sadistic packaging dudes should clean up their act.”

“Let’s go. Captain will never know.”

Grandma

Glimmers – The Victual Voyager

Posted on January 26, 2011 2:12 pm under Story Ideas
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Grandma’s been on a quest for new stories. Here’s my third glimmer of an idea.

I scrambled to the top of The Big Rock clutching the rough jags and scraping my hands. I triumphantly reached the top and plunked down on its small flat shelf. Letting my feet dangle over the sheer side of the rock, I surveyed the world around me. The sloped and scruffy pasture was dotted with granite eruptions more suited to mountain goats than peacefully grazing cows. The dense fence of fir trees at the pasture’s perimeter secured the boundaries of my world. I leaned back a bit and watched schools of cloud whales floating through their cobalt sea. How could everything be so right up here and so wrong down there? I fought back the tears that stung my eyes.

My grandmother appeared at the foot of the slope and I watched her approach, carefully navigating a mine field of small rocks and cow flaps.

“Scooch over a bit, child, I’m coming up.”

She easily found two footholds and reached the top without using her hands. She settled her plump frame, smoothed her worn housedress and joined me in contemplating the sky.

“Why is this called The Big Rock? There’s lots bigger ones all around us.”

“It’s the first rock that Dan and Tom learned to climb. Guess it seemed really big to them. The name stuck.”

Why did she have to mention my brothers? Tears spilled out accompanied by guttural sobs.

“Breath deep, child. Get a grip. No need for conniption fits.”

“It’s not fair, Gran. It’s just not fair. Even Bill went and he’s two years younger than me.”

“Life is rarely fair. More apt to be janky than logical. Accept that and you’ll be holding happiness in your hand.”

“Don’t you ever wish that you could go? Do you like staying here while they’re having fun?”

“Go hunting? Spend hours hunched behind a bush? Eat canned beans scorched on a wood stove? Sleep in that musty, dirty cabin? No, I don’t want to do that. I’d much rather take a pail to the berry patch and pick enough for a pie.”

“Blueberry pie? Just for us?”

“Yes, Missy. And on the way up, I spotted a few ripe ears of corn in the patch. Not enough for a passel of men, you understand, but plenty for the two of us.”

Thoughts of corn and pie chased the last of my tears away. I raced after my grandmother as she left to fetch the berry pail.

Years later, I’d look back and wonder. Was this how I learned to substitute food for adventure?

Grandma

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Three Word Wednesday. is a meme that challenges writers to create something using three selected words. This week’s words are conniption, janky and scooch. Click on the link to view other entries or submit your own.

Name That Tune

Posted on January 26, 2011 12:30 am under Photos
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I mean plant. Click the image for the answer.

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Grandma

Change of Weather

Posted on January 24, 2011 12:34 am under Microfiction
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This used to be such a bright, sunny spot. Everything changed ten years ago, when Uncle Jed’s boat overturned out there. That man always was full of hot air.

Grandma



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Glimmers – Committed

Posted on January 21, 2011 5:37 pm under Story Ideas
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I’m currently working on the second draft of Essentials, my novel from the last NaNoWriMo. That doesn’t leave much time for writing anything else. Still new novel ideas keep springing to mind. Last week, I posted the beginning of Darkness, the story of a woman set on revenge. I enjoyed transforming my thought into words and decided to do a series of story ideas. When Essentials is done, I’ll hopefully have a lot of ideas to choose from. Here’s the second glimmer of an idea.

“Isn’t it perfect?”

It wasn’t. Jen noted the brick-paved street, shaded by mature maple trees and backed by stately old homes.

“Beautiful, Stuart, but it’s . . . “

“Old?”

“Exactly.”

“It’s not as if it were a fixer-upper. It’s been superbly restored. We have to make an offer now or we’ll lose it.”

“That’s right folks. I showed it to another couple earlier today and two are scheduled for tomorrow. Homes on this street don’t last long.”

“George knows about these things, Jen. We need to make an offer now. I want this home.”

“Then buy it. Hope you are happy living in it. Alone.”

She turned and started down the sidewalk, wondering how far she could get in 3-inch heels. Before she reached the corner, Stuart pulled up beside her and rolled down the window.

“Please get in, Jennifer.”

The idea had merit. It beat blistered feet.

Get married in three months, when they couldn’t agree on a home? Jen wanted to build a new home, just as his parents had done. He wanted an old home. Old was her childhood nightmare. Old was a leaking roof, crumbling plaster and parents without the money or skills to fix them. Old was tiny closets and after-the-fact bathrooms that would never fit comfortably into the original layout.

Stuart stopped in front of her apartment building.

“I don’t want a home without you, Jen. We’ll find something that pleases both of us.”

She entered her apartment, kicked off her shoes and fixed a cold drink. Stuart was right. There must be a home somewhere, although she could not fathom where or what it might be. Sitting at her desk, she started another real estate search, mentally praying for the impossible. As if the computer had heard her prayers, a popup appeared on the screen.

Want a home for life? Yearning for the elegance of the past blended with every modern convenience? Visit our exclusive community nestled in the foothills of Perpetual Mountain.

Jen clicked the link. The town was only three years old, yet the exterior of the regal homes resembled those built a century earlier. Interiors melded all the charms of an old home with spacious master suites, walk-in closets and state-of-the-art kitchens. Where was the phone number? She scrolled to the bottom of the page.

Our founders are committed to providing a lifestyle that features the best of old and new.

If you’re ready to join the Committed community, call 1-800-226-6648.

Jen grabbed the phone. Soon she and Stuart were viewing the pictures together.

“This is perfect, Jennifer. Look at the parks and the school. I can picture our children there. When we have them, that is.”

Jen recognized his look.

“First things, first.”

She handed him the phone. Soon they had an appointment with Committed’s agent for the following afternoon. Jen smiled and slowly slid her hands up his chest.

“What were we doing next?”

Grandma

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