Quiet Zone (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Quiet Zone“What’s the matter?” she mumbled, his tossing and turning waking her up for the fifth time.

“It’s too damn quiet here!” he said through gritted teeth.

She sighed. “We chose this inn ’cause of it’s seclusion. The fishing. The reviews.” She added: “The price.”

He stared into the darkness.

“Do you want me to sing to you?” she smiled, crooked grin he couldn’t see.

“Gah! No!”

She poked him in the ribs. Harder than he thought necessary, but…

“Can I put on the radio? Softly?” he asked.

She nodded, nodding off.

One station came in clear: NPR. He finally slept.

 

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26 posts during the month of April, every day but Sundays.

My theme is SIGNS, and I’m interpreting them in Drabble (100 words exactly) form.

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Parking (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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ParkingThe Chevy’s windows fogged up easily; Pammy rolled down the window, letting the cool night air clear the glass. The moon was almost full, and the sky was so crystal-clear…she didn’t want anything to spoil her view.

The last time she was here Tommy was all hands and slobbering lips. Pammy smiled at the initial memory, but Tommy was with another, now.

The thought ruined her mood for only a moment. The cloud that eclipsed the moon passed along, and any ill feelings went away with it.

Putting her bare feet up on the dashboard, Pammy sang all night long.

 

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April 1st starts with the letter A

April 30th ends with the letter Z

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On Bridge (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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On Bridge“Pass.”

“Pass.”

“Sigh…pass.”

Doris clenched her cards tightly in her wattled hands. It was going to be one of those games. She was the opener, and made her bid. She glared at Agnes, then at Lily. Lily, her partner, the dummy-she could scream from such a partner-held her head down, doing her best not to make any eye contact with Doris.

Round the table it went. Her bid was responded to, and eventually the contract was made. On they went, hours passing.

When the call came for the center to close, Doris had tasted blood.

It was a good day.

 

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For the April 2014 A to Z Blog Challenge, you will find a story a day (except Sundays) from me. A to Z: Staring with A on Tuesday, April 1st and ending with Z on Wednesday, April 30th.

Signs is my theme for this year’s outing. Road signs, building signs, warning signs…Signs alert us to a multitude of messages. My plan is to use the alphabet through Signage, but not to stick to what the sign was originally intended to convey. So, the genre of story writing, and styles, of the posts will vary as my mood and interpretation sees fit. Possibly a poem or two. We’ll see.

I’m also trying something more of a challenge: each post will be a Drabble. A Drabble is 100 Words Exactly.

Hope you enjoy the stories.

No Outlet (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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No OutletYou don’t tell strangers your troubles…hell, you don’t even tell your family. Forget the wife, kids, or what passes for your best friend. You keep it all bottled up inside, letting a few cold ones after work take the edge off. Most nights, more than a few cold ones.

So you stumble into the house too many times way past when you said you’d be home. Food cold, icy stares from the Mrs., kids hiding in their rooms.

You drag yourself up to the fridge, get another bottle, twist off the top.

Sitting in your chair, you stare at nothing.

 

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For the April 2014 A to Z Blog Challenge, you will find a story a day (except Sundays) from me. A to Z: Staring with A on Tuesday, April 1st and ending with Z on Wednesday, April 30th.

Signs is my theme for this year’s outing. Road signs, building signs, warning signs…Signs alert us to a multitude of messages. My plan is to use the alphabet through Signage, but not to stick to what the sign was originally intended to convey. So, the genre of story writing, and styles, of the posts will vary as my mood and interpretation sees fit. Possibly a poem or two. We’ll see.

I’m also trying something more of a challenge: each post will be a Drabble. A Drabble is 100 Words Exactly.

Hope you enjoy the stories.

Migrating Bears (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Migrating BearsKallisto was lost. From the moment she gave into her feelings, and his, she knew she was lost. Did she not vow chastity until death? Did she not mourn what she gave up, while she hugged the swelling, enlarged now for all to notice?

Shunned, shunned, Kallisto ran far from her sisters. Their wrath was still so present in her mind.

She had traveled so far and dropped to her knees, exhausted. Resting, night fell,

Kallisto lay on her back, looking up at the darkened sky overhead. As the twinkling patterns emerged, she wished she could join the stars above.

 

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For the April 2014 A to Z Blog Challenge, you will find a story a day (except Sundays) from me. A to Z: Staring with A on Tuesday, April 1st and ending with Z on Wednesday, April 30th.

Signs is my theme for this year’s outing. Road signs, building signs, warning signs…Signs alert us to a multitude of messages. My plan is to use the alphabet through Signage, but not to stick to what the sign was originally intended to convey. So, the genre of story writing, and styles, of the posts will vary as my mood and interpretation sees fit. Possibly a poem or two. We’ll see.

I’m also trying something more of a challenge: each post will be a Drabble. A Drabble is 100 Words Exactly.

Hope you enjoy the stories.

Low Shoulder (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Low Shoulder

“A folly or a find,” quoted Sir Thomas in the Daily, “is for Professor Smythe to wage his silly battle of discontent.  In my mind we have located   Richard III. There will always be those who doubt that which is proven-and proven this has been, through DNA testing and radiocarbon dating-that this skeleton we have exhumed is, in fact, King Richard.”

Professor Smythe ground his teeth as he hurled the paper towards the nearest receptacle. A low hung shoulder bone does not a monarch make. He knew Thomas was wrong. That bastard!

Folly? Silly? Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree!

 

 

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26 posts during the month of April, every day but Sundays.

April 1st starts with the letter A

April 30th ends with the letter Z

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Keep Off Median (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Keep OffTo many, things were either black or white, either/or, yes or no. Sally did not think that way. She found herself usually seeing things in shades of grey, with “maybe” or “I’m not sure” leading her answers.

That is when she did answer. It was easier not to commit. It kept her out of arguments; once people got to know Sally, they automatically dismissed her, knowing she wouldn’t go one way or the other.

Sally became invisible in plain sight. It was comforting.

In the office, an argument was brewing; she casually walked right through it.

No one noticed.

 

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26 posts during the month of April, every day but Sundays.

April 1st starts with the letter A

April 30th ends with the letter Z

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Junction (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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JunctionNothing came crashing down, this time. Paul just had that feeling that it was time to move on. Things weren’t bad, but…

Not the first time he’s felt that way; he had hoped that he wouldn’t feel like that ever again.

But he does; causing him just a little bit of stress and anxiety over these feelings.

Paul never understood how his father could do the same job, follow essentially the same pattern of his life, for as long as he did, without it taking it’s toll.

Looking back, he saw  it always did.

Time for him to move on.

 

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26 posts during the month of April, every day but Sundays.

April 1st starts with the letter A

April 30th ends with the letter Z

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Information (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Information“I don’t know if I can help you, ” she said. “I don’t know if there is anything I could say that would fix anything.”

He sighed. “I’m not asking you to fix anything. I’m asking you to just listen. Let me vent; just an ear. I just need to tell you how I feel.”

Her brow crinkled; her lips quivered.

“You keep trying to shut me up!” she barked. “You keep trying to control what I can or can’t say.”

“How did we get here? That is not what I was saying or wanted.”

The silence that followed said volumes.

 

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26 posts during the month of April, every day but Sundays.

April 1st starts with the letter A

April 30th ends with the letter Z

Enjoy!

Hill Blocks View (SIGNS: #AtoZChallenge)

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Hill Blocks ViewAndersville thrived at the base of Anders Hill. Except for the wander lust of the young who felt there was always something better beyond the town, just over the hill, most of the residents lived their entire lives satisfied where they were.

Kelly would, when time allowed, sit at different angles around the hill, painting. She took in the colors, the landscape that  changed with the seasons, the wild life that inhabited the hill, her neighbors, and she would paint.

She saw the world majestic in this hill, in the beauty that was presented.

She crafted poetry on her canvases.

 

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For the April 2014 A to Z Blog Challenge, you will find a story a day (except Sundays) from me. A to Z: Staring with A on Tuesday, April 1st and ending with Z on Wednesday, April 30th.

Signs is my theme for this year’s outing. Road signs, building signs, warning signs…Signs alert us to a multitude of messages. My plan is to use the alphabet through Signage, but not to stick to what the sign was originally intended to convey. So, the genre of story writing, and styles, of the posts will vary as my mood and interpretation sees fit. Possibly a poem or two. We’ll see.

I’m also trying something more of a challenge: each post will be a Drabble. A Drabble is 100 Words Exactly.

I hope you enjoy the short pieces.