Tale Number Twenty-Four – Never Think About It Until…

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Never Think About It Until…

prompt:  none

 

It was just like they always said.  A person never thinks about what would happen if they really got sick.  That is, they never think until they really do get seriously ill.  Then, the questions come fast and unfathomable.           Who will talk to the doctor when I can’t?  Who will talk to my boss to tell her I won’t be in the office for a while?  Who will take care of my house?  Who will feed my dog?  Who will pick up my mail?  What about my bills?  Who will water my house plants?

Who will take care of me when I can’t? Continue reading “Tale Number Twenty-Four – Never Think About It Until…”

Tale Number Twenty-Two – Uh, I Asked For a Cup of Coffee

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Uh, I Asked For a Cup of Coffee

prompt:  Please see the Author’s Note at the end.

 

“No, seriously,” Sophie said.  She leaned forward slightly for emphasis.  “I just want a regular coffee.”  She squinted at his left pectoral and added, “Carl.”

Carl stared back at her in obvious confusion and disbelief.

“But…”  He gestured vaguely around him.  “It’s just…  Well, nobody just wants a regular coffee.” Continue reading “Tale Number Twenty-Two – Uh, I Asked For a Cup of Coffee”

Tale Number Twenty-one – And Then, the Webcam Broke

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And Then, the Webcam Broke

prompt:  Please see the Author’s Note at the end.

 

“Just a few more questions,” said Lieutenant Cruz.  He glanced at the notes in front of him on the table.

“We’ve already told you everything,” Marion answered.  What had once been a carefully styled up-do was a deflated snarl and her smoky eyes had smudged from her frustrated eye-rubbing.  “There isn’t anything else to say.”  Her voice edged over to a whine. Continue reading “Tale Number Twenty-one – And Then, the Webcam Broke”

Tale Number Nineteen – Anniversary

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Anniversary

prompt:  an anniversary      Also, please see the author’s note after the story.

 

I’ve never worried about the passage of time in any formal sense. It isn’t like I can do anything about it. I let time do its thing, I do mine, and so long as I don’t miss any important things like football games or happy hour at the Green Dragon, I don’t care. It bugs the hell out of my husband but between you and me, once in awhile, that’s kind of a bonus. Still, there are occasions, certain points in time I do notice. Continue reading “Tale Number Nineteen – Anniversary”

Tale Number Seventeen – Tried and Failed

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Tried and Failed

prompt:  none    Please see the author’s note at the end.

 

Regina watched the faces closely as the jury filed back into the room.  There were surprisingly few spectators waiting.  The few there were clambered into their seats, hurriedly pulling out notepads and digital recorders as they saw the twelve men and women enter.  The press, she supposed. Continue reading “Tale Number Seventeen – Tried and Failed”

Tale Number Sixteen – The Last Poem Ever Written

 

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The Last Poem Ever Written

prompt:  the last poem ever written      I’ll bet you didn’t see that one coming, right?  😉

 

“Are you sure you don’t want to hear this?”

“Why do you keep asking me?” Mira said.  Her voice held more than a hint of a whine.  “No matter how I answer, it hurts your feelings or makes you angry and takes you half the night to get to sleep.” Continue reading “Tale Number Sixteen – The Last Poem Ever Written”

Tale Number Fifteen – So, This Is Why I Hate Stephen Hawking

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So, This Is Why I Hate Stephen Hawking

prompt:  Please see the author’s note after the story.

 

“But Stephen Hawking said so,” Jake insisted.

At that moment, I felt I really hated Stephen Frippin’ Hawking. You could tell Jake had been saving this little nugget as his ultimate argument. He was bringing out the Big Guns. Shooting his wad. This was his Butch and Sundance Off the Cliff move. Worse, he was absolutely confident that unlike his heroes, he was jumping to victory. Continue reading “Tale Number Fifteen – So, This Is Why I Hate Stephen Hawking”