Sunday, July 27, 2014

Winner Take All

Today's prompt words in bold.

Fred inched the antique roadster into the garage. It had been a teenage fantasy to own one, and the joy of driving it blunted the current, bitter divorce from Emma, his third wife. He wiped a spot from the hood before stepping inside. He never saw the wire, smelled the gas, nor heard the explosion.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Fixin’ a Leak

This all-dialog story first appeared at Dialogual.

“Whatcha gonna do with that there duct tape, Chet?”

“Fix a leak.”

“Must not be too bad if you can stop it with just duct tape.”

“Bad enough.”

“So, where’s this leak at?”

“It’s all over. Seems like everyone in town has seen it or heard it. Even got to Lucy. She nearly took my head off with her rantin’. Made me real mad when she told me what she heard. So mad I went to the hardware store and bought me a fresh roll of tape. Knew it’d take more than I had to do the job. Here, hold this end for a bit.”

“Sure. So what did. . .? Hey, why’re you wrappin’ that tape around my waist, Chet?”

“Cause you’re the leak, Shorty. You was the only one I told about Mabel over in Sioux City. You was the only one who knew I went to see her last Saturday. You was the only one who could have started the story flowing around town about her and me. The one where everyone thinks I’m cheatin’ on Lucy.”

“I never said nothin’ about you havin’ sexual relations with humum, hrumm hrumummuum.

“There, that oughta do it. Can’t stop the noise, but at least it don’t mean nothin’ now.”

And by the way, that woman over in Sioux City? I hired this genealogist to locate her. She’s the sister Lucy was separated from after their parents was killed in a car accident. Lucy was two. Mabel was six. Made Lucy real happy when I told her the truth. Real happy, if you know what I mean.”

Sunday, July 13, 2014

His Warnings Unheeded, The Truth Ignored

Prompt words in bold. As a reminder, this is a weekly challenge to write a story of 55 words (not including title) using 5 given words.

TC waded through the feculent water, his nose assaulted by the stench. The rubber waders protected him from acids infiltrating the creek. A mint covered the smell of the gin he'd consumed for courage. TC adjusted the plant owner's limp body, their tango-of-death nearly finished, the cave where one of them would find peace ahead.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

The Aftermath

Today's prompt words in bold.

Jerome climbed from the storm cellar. Extant buildings, crippled and pale, greeted him. The cathedral spire was among the missing.

He remembered the sounds of his new wife's sexual utterances mixed with the siren's warning. Now there were sobs intermingled with silence.

He squatted and rocked side to side. Under the rubble, a telephone rang.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

For Fathers Day 2014

Today's prompt words in bold.

Divine guidance. That's why Dad used a blowtorch to set the jug on fire, its contents the “Devil's elixir.”

"Suicide is what it is. And it's like drinking cactus spines.” He laughed when the flames jumped to his trouser leg, stripped naked, and danced the fire out.

Yep, he's crazy, but he's also my dad.