Archive for February, 2011

Glimmers – Beauty and The Geek

Posted on February 12, 2011 6:02 pm under Story Ideas
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Here’s another bit from Grandma’s quest for story ideas.

It was over. Alarms had sounded when he met her and screamed when he proposed. He shouldn’t have married anyone. Certainly not Felicity. Now, five years later, it was over.

He was a geek. Hours drifted away in his virtual world. It seemed a grand joke to be paid for what he loved. His work was his life. Felicity’s life was fun and friends.

“Job advancement? Why would I want that?”

“The clerk’s job is the lowest paid in the department, Felicity.”

“That’s a matter of perspective. I can do my job in two hours a day. I get paid for eight.”

“Don’t you get bored delivering the mail?”

“That’s my favorite job. Lots of opportunities to chat. All the latest gossip. Besides, Dan, that’s how I met you.”

Management’s mail was delivered; geeks retrieved it from mail slots in the copy room.

“It’s way too big for the slot.”

The voice penetrated his thoughts. He kept his focus on the screen and reached out his hand. It remained empty. He looked up. Her smile was suggestive and amused. He silently took the journal and returned to his work.

“You’re welcome.”

He hadn’t meant to be rude. He reddened and murmured his thanks. Bad move. After that, she had delivered all his mail. She’d gently prodded him into conversation, turned up wherever he went and eventually wrangled a date.

“So you’d really be doing me a big favor. I’d hate to be the only one going stag.”

As if half the guys in the department wouldn’t have jumped at the chance to escort her. Still, asking was hard and being turned down was harder. How could he refuse? Surprisingly, he’d had fun. He’d enjoyed the envious glances, learned that he could dance, and thrilled to the intoxication of holding her in his arms as they swayed to the music. Too soon, he was taking her home. He never dreamed she would ask him in. Never dreamed the night would end with breakfast in bed. Never dreamed he would fall in love.

The marriage had been predictable. He favored grungy jeans. She favored dress-up. He wanted a pizza box next to his monitor. She wanted to eat out. He enjoyed tech books. She enjoyed chick flicks. He loved her passion, her impetuous spirit and her joy for life. What had she loved? He wasn’t sure, but she had seemed content. Still, a part of him had always suspected that it wouldn’t last.

Now she was gone. He could eat what he wanted, sleep when he wanted, forget to change his clothes and never answer to anyone. As the last of her mourners trickled from the graveside, Dan felt the weight of his solitude pressing down. How could he live without her?

Grandma

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Beat As One

Posted on February 9, 2011 12:38 am under Photos
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For more pics, hop on over to Wordless Wednesday.
Grandma

Truth In Advertising

Posted on February 7, 2011 1:22 pm under Microfiction
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Relax in a quaint hotel, situated in a town where time stands still.

He silently chortled. A good travel agent could sell anything, even a seedy hotel and a broken clock.

Grandma



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Glimmers – Skin Deep

Posted on February 6, 2011 4:23 pm under Story Ideas
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Grandma continues her pursuit of new novel ideas. Here’s the fourth.

Rush hour? What a misnomer! Five lanes of traffic and nothing was moving. Wedged in a sea of unhappy commuters, Jane felt her own frustration rise. She adjusted the rearview mirror and studied her reflection. Its perfection made her smile and tension slipped away. Some might think her vain. Those never plagued by childhood obesity. Those blessed with petite noses, perfect vision and blemish free faces. The world favored those people. Appearance discrimination had recently made the news, but it was not news to her.

“I don’t want her on our team. Fat girls can’t run.”
“This position requires more than phone skills. The receptionist must project our company’s image.”
“You’re a really nice girl, Jane, but …”

A blaring horn dissolved her reverie. Traffic was moving again.

“What are your classmates doing now?” questioned a billboard ad on her right.
Who cares? Her tenth high school reunion was approaching. The invitation had been quickly relegated to the wastebasket. Vince had retrieved it.

“Aren’t you a bit curious? Come on, Jane, this could be fun.”

“High school was a nightmare, Vince. I was ugly and unpopular.”

“Imagine their faces, when they see you now. Besides, you might discover you liked some of them. Kids can be cruel, but those kids are adults now. Give it a try. I’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks, Vince. Let me think about it.”

That had bought some time. With any luck, he’d forget about it. She was never going back.

She had transitioned from high school to a factory job, selected for its pay and lack of proximity to her hometown. She rented a tiny studio and banked a substantial portion of her paycheck. Exercise became her entertainment and fresh produce replaced her favorite junk foods. Corrective surgery, orthodontics and a gifted hair stylist completed the transition. She quit her job and started college, four years behind her high school peers. By the time she met Vince at a technical conference, she was an IT consultant, known for her stunning combination of beauty and brains.

Lane closed in 1500 feet. Merge right.

Damn. She was going to be late for her appointment. Cars scrambled to get out of the closing lane. Just ahead of her, two collided with an ear-shattering crash. She braked in time and breathed a sigh of relief, just moments before the tractor-trailer at her left skidded and tipped onto her car.

Three months passed before she awoke in the hospital’s intensive care unit. A smiling woman in scrubs approached her bed.

“It’s good to see you awake, Jane. I’m Becky, your day shift nurse.”
“What’s that? Can you tell me again?”
Becky leaned closer to catch the mumbled words.

“Get me a mirror.”

Becky advised against it, but Jane won the battle. The creature staring back at her rivaled any horror film invention.

Grandma

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Better Left Unsaid

Posted on February 2, 2011 10:29 pm under Three Word Wednesday
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It’s been years since I’ve endured micromanagement and struggled to bite my tongue. Must be lingering somewhere in the subconscious, because this is what the 3WW selections triggered. I decided to go with the flow.





“I don’t mean to be invasive,
but your cleanser is far too abrasive.”

“A handful is all I used.
Your sink has not been abused.
There’s been no loss of gloss.
Ya miserable know-it-all boss.”



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