Our final story of the day comes from Scott Indrisek.
Coyle was visibly distressed, that much was clear from the hiccuping of her sternum held close against mine; we’d come out of the hospital into a bitchingly chill wind, clasping manila envelopes of bad news. Homeward and speechless we sailed, intent on ignoring the vestigial tail rumped outwards like a teapot’s nub in her jeans.
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Another story from Pattie.
His words,
her thoughts
“You’re beautiful”
and you look rich
“I’m in town for business”
and i just happen to be broke
“Share a cab?”
15 more minutes and I’ve saved 30 bucks tonight
“I’ll walk you up”
what the…
“Shut up or I’ll kill you”
how’d this happen?
“Don’t scream, this won’t be long”
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Our first story of the weekend comes from Pattie Parker. Thanks, Pattie!
The wind gusts outside as the guard paces by the prisoner’s cell, smirking with anticipation. 2 more hours….
and counting she thinks, running as fast as possible.
The envelope lies on the corner, trampled. Unknown to the 5 o’clock traffic, it’s contents are his freedom. Little does she know, it’s no longer in her purse.
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Click… click… click…
Vernon was amazed at what you could find on the Internet. Last weekend his granddaughter set him up with “wifi.” Now he was sitting on the patio surfing like the kids.
Click–
“Citiscape.com… Reunion… Phantom Division… 2nd Medical… Holidome South… Saturday”
As the past suddenly met the future Vernon began to cry.
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“I don’t know…”
“Please, mom. Look, it’s just gonna be me and Chris and Dave, and Dave’s sister, Beth, and a couple of her friends. We’re gonna watch movies and play cards. That’s it.”
“Ohhh… fine. You can go to the party.” As the words passed her lips, an ominous feeling settled into her chest.
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“Calm down.”
“I can’t!”
“Look, it’s not a big deal. It’s not like it’s far away or a real hardship. These things happen.”
“I know! You’re not helping!”
“Seriously… calm down. You’re being completely unreasonable.”
“Damn it! I know I’m being unreasonable! If I could help it I could.”
“We can buy another TV remote.”
“You’re sure it was him?”
“Absolutely, Mr. Atelli. Marko and me were leavin’ to go pick up Ma from the hospital. We don’t like her walking home that late. When he saw us, he got scared. Turned right around and got back into his cab.”
“Listen, Tommy. He can’t talk. Understand?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Atelli.”
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“George, your father and I are getting a divorce. It’s not your fault; you didn’t do anything wrong. We’ve just fallen out of love with one another. Do you understand?”
With that each of the million memories that comprised George’s childhood separated from one another leaving him adrift on a barren ice flow of despair.
Just a brief note informing you that I’ve been traveling and will be taking the weekend off as a result. I have a few reader submissions in the queue, and we’ll get back to those next weekend. In the mean time, I’ll see you on Monday!
*(Did you notice this announcement was 55 words long?)
“Put down that book, Mr. Mason!”
“What?”
“I said put down that book and pay attention in class.”
“Why? You’ve done nothing but read the textbook. I can do that on my own. This is more interesting.”
“Do you want a detention? Don’t get smart with me, Mr. Mason.”
“That says it all, doesn’t it…”
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