Entertaining The Neighbors

Copyright: Jan Wayne Fields
Copyright: Jan Wayne Fields

My table set, guests on their way, I wait. I imagine the last time I saw them. Saw anyone.

“Which day did you tell them?”

“Did you say Saturday? Sunday?”

“Which day? Which day!”

The voices make me second guess myself. I pace. I stop. I stare out the window onto the view I’ve grown accustomed since…since that day. That terrible, terrible day I fell for the girl next door. How lovely she was. Her smile, kind and fragile, my heart’s delight. My soul’s torment.

“They’re not coming!” I shouted to no one. “Oh, wait. They’re already here,” I whispered.


Never fear, Friday Fictioneers are here. Yes, I know the story is creepy. Sad really, in a Tell-Tale Heart meets Ina Garten sort of way. That’s what you get on a grey, cold January day when I’m cooped up waiting for classes to start. For those interested, okay, you two over there, I’m feeling better despite the bleakness of the season. Thanks for reading.


2015, I’m All Over It!


Another year, now what?

Recount the holiday hoopla and subsequent holiday hangover? Scratch out a feeble map for the journey through winter and poise for the herald of spring? Nah! How about we cut to the chase. Here’s the skinny, the straight dope, the bottom-line…

Kelsey Donovan wants more out of life. Her desires land her in a pool of excess every December, but by the time the last cork hits the floor on New Years Eve she’s had enough. She’s ready to turn over a new leaf, right the wrongs, restore her life to its former state of glorious potential. Yes, a new and improved Kelsey vows to take down her demons.

“This is the year, babe. My bad habits can go to hell for good.”

“To hell for good? Kels, sweetie, that doesn’t sound quite right. What are you sayin’? You’re going to try to find yourself? Again?”

“No. Yeah. I mean, this time it’s gonna be different. I promise.”

Every January the circus comes to town. First, it’s the closets, then the medicine cabinet followed by the pantry. Room by room, Kelsey tosses the previous year’s must haves into a box for charity, as though the impulse will catapult her toward what she craves. Of course, she’s not working without a net. Her husband, Brad, has seen it all. The cleanse calendar, the psychic who came to dinner, the year of Mother Theresa meets Martha Stewart. Brad has a memory like an elephant and, luckily, a sense of humor.

“My God, Kels, wait! Before you go all granola minimalist, let’s talk. Remember last Saint Patrick’s Day?  Have you forgotten what happens when cold turkey meets cold duck? Please, let’s not go through that again. Where is that drunken leprechaun outfit anyway?”

Kelsey and Brad are fictional characters, but their behavior is real. If you recognize it, even slightly, then you know what I mean. January sends people into spasms of self-improvement. Some get fit, some get real, and some simply get ripped off because they can’t give their money away fast enough to the promoters of every fantasy under the sun who are standing by at 1-800-SCAMMER.

What’s that you say? The world is full of people who want to help you succeed, find enlightenment, realize your dreams, publish your memoir. NO IT IS NOT! There are maybe half a dozen people on the planet who genuinely want to help us, and I can guarantee none of them are trying to reach us via pop-up ad.

Since mid-December I have been recovering from surgery. So, I’ve had LOTS of time to surf for all sorts of the things. Each time I found a site that looked promising and began to read an article, I was bombarded with ads. After a few days I began to notice some of the items I’d searched for were showing up in banner ads on totally unrelated sites. I mean seriously, what do grad students have to do with extra virgin coconut oil?…Nevermind.

In 2015, I hope to accomplish many things. One is to discover the answer to this one question. Who clicks on these stupid online ads? 



A Bridge To Nowhere. Fast.

Copyright: Sandra Crook
Copyright: Sandra Crook

Marcie’s glare said it all. How many times had she brought the party only to discover Jade with some friend of a friend lookin’ for a free ride? Who was this guy anyway, callin’ her the Grinch who stole Christmas!

“Sticks and stones and all that jazz. Come on, he didn’t mean anything by it. Here, have a smoke.”

Marcie snatched the blunt from Jade.

“How’d you two find this place?”

“Marcie and me, we’re some kinda explorers, like Lewis and Columbus.”

“You mean Lewis and Clark.”

“No, I mean like the guys who discovered Ohio.”

“Dude, that was Columbo.”


Thanks to world traveler, Sandra Crook and purple rainmaker, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this week’s prompt. Have yourselves a merry little Thursday, everybody & check out more Friday Fictioneers here.


Hang on dude, the semester is almost over.

A Visit From The Self-Esteem Fairy

I’m late to the party this week. I was just going to read all of the other great stories, but whaddayaknow, I couldn’t help myself. So, here you have it. My 100 words, such as they are. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this week’s photo prompt.

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“You’ll have to be adaptable.”

“I am. I am adaptable.”

“What I mean to say is, you’ll need to be a doer, ready for anything. Hollywood is a pretty fast-paced environment.”

“I am. I am ready for anything.”

“Even if it means breaking the rules?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Rules schmules, I always say.”

Danica stood with the other hopefuls and smiled her best movie star smile.

“Okay folks, listen up! We’ve got the extras we need. You can all go. Thanks.”

Danica stripped her tourist outfit and ran toward the man with the megaphone.

“Wait, I’m a doer! I’m a doer!”


Check out all of the Friday Fictioneer stories here. Thanks for reading. Ads below this post are NOT endorsed by this blogger. Oh, and in case anyone is interested, on the Myers-Briggs (no relation) Type Indicator personality inventory, I am an ESTP.

ESTP – The Doer

Friendly, adaptable, action-oriented. “Doers” who are focused on immediate results. Living in the here-and-now, they’re risk-takers who live fast-paced lifestyles. Impatient with long explanations. Extremely loyal to their peers, but not usually respectful of laws and rules if they get in the way of getting things done. Great people skills.

 post script: The irony of all ironies, no one in my house thinks this story is funny. However, my self-esteem remains intact…for now.

Best Laid Plans

Copyright - Jean L. Hays
Copyright – Jean L. Hays

It was the coldest Hazard County winter on record. An outbreak of the flu and sixty-four inches of snowfall overnight crippled the town. The sickness took hold. Pipes began to burst. Cabin fever set in. Jethro seized the moment to reveal the flash of inspiration he’d been keeping a secret out along the old road where he and Bubba liked to go muddin’ in Bubba’s old station wagon. There was only one problem. No gas. The fillin’ station had run out and the delivery truck was stranded somewhere on Highway Forty.

“Guess you should’a filled up first.”

“Shut up, Bubba.”


Thanks to the prompt provided by Jean L. Hays, the Friday Fictioneers are at it again. Check out all of their stories here. Thanks for reading.

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