Short Story Sunday 252: Admit [Flash Fiction]

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Gina opened the front door to her house and poked her head in. Neither one of her parents were in the living room. She didn’t hear anything coming from the kitchen either. Hopefully, her father was in the basement and her mother was in their bedroom. She entered the house and closed the door softly behind her. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to them. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she didn’t want to lie to them.

She adjusted her backpack onto her shoulders and quietly made her way over to the stairs. As long as she’d be able to make it up there without making too much noise, she should be in the clear.

Except pretty much every step squeaked. Why was it that the stairs never made a sound when she walked normally on them, yet they spoke loudly whenever she was trying to be stealth?

“Honey, is that you?” she heard her mother call.

Gina froze in the middle of the stairs. Honey could mean one of two things – either her mother knew Gina was due home from school or she thought she was talking to her husband.

“Honey?” she called again.

Gina bit her lower lip. Come on, say a name! Honey wasn’t getting anyone anywhere.

There were a few moments of silent. Gina hoped her mother had given up. Maybe she thought she had heard things. Yeah, that would be good. Now all Gina had to do was try her best to keep as quiet as she could. She was halfway up the stairs already. She could do this.

Gina lifted her left foot to take the next step when she heard other footsteps. She froze again. The basement stairs were directly below the stairs going up. That meant her father was coming up from the basement.

That was okay, though. Maybe he was just going into the kitchen to get a snack.

She heard the basement door open. This was still okay. As long as she didn’t move, no one would notice her and she’d be fine.

“Gina?”

She remained still. How had she not heard her father round the corner? Clearly, he had much more practice at being stealth than she was.

“Uh, Gina? What are you doing?”

Oh, right. She was still frozen. She relaxed and turned around to smile at her dad. “Hey, how are ya?”

Her father narrowed his eyes in confusion. “I’m good, how are you doing?”

“Great,” Gina replied all too quickly.

“Honey, what’s going – oh. Hi, Gina.”

Gina snapped her head around. Her mother was now standing at the top of the stairs. “Oh, no… I’m cornered.” She muttered.

“Cornered?” her father repeated folding his arms sternly.

Gina grinned. What else was she supposed to do?

“Did anything interesting happen in school today?” her mother asked.

“Well, you don’t have to pressure me! Fine, I’ll tell you.” Gina said exasperated. She threw her arms up in the air before turning back to her mother. Did she detect a small smirk on her mother’s face?

“I got…” Gina began but then sighed.

“Suspended, we know.” Her father finished her sentence.

Gina paused. “Wait, how?”

“Your principal called.” Her mother answered.

“Oh,” Gina relaxed. In a way she was relieved. She didn’t want to lie to them but she also didn’t want them know she had gotten too many detentions to warrant a suspension. Which reminded her… “Do you know why?”

“Too many detentions.” Her father said.

“Which explains why you’re home late sometimes.” Her mother added.

Gina nodded. There was no getting out of this one.

“So, were you sneaking up the stairs?” her mother chuckled. “What were you going to do during the school day for the next week without us knowing?”

Gina opened her mouth. Honestly, she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet. It was true, she would have had to pretend to go to school every morning. What would she do? Where would she go? Her mother stayed home, there was no way she’d be able to just hang home all day.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, Dear.” Her father said. He started walking up the stairs and slid past his daughter. “She’s grounded anyway.”

Her mother nodded. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.” Once her husband was at the top of the stairs, she took it upon herself to go downstairs. She patted Gina on the shoulder as she passed.

Gina watched her mother as she disappeared into the living room. She looked above her and her father was already gone. She leaned her back against the wall and sighed. Well, that didn’t go as planned. Deep down she knew that was for the best.

Words: 783

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Short Story Sunday 251: Provide [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Provide" | Creative Writing | Flash Fiction | RachelPoli.com

Brady entered the store. He looked at the list his girlfriend had given him. After reading the items over in his head a few times, he folded the paper up and slid it into his back pocket. He turned around and walked back out of the store to grab a basket.

He hated it when the stores had an entry way and put their baskets and shopping carts there. Sure, it saved room in the store, but most often than not, he would grab his items then realize he needs more but has no arm space. Then he’d have to put it all down to leave the store, grab, a cart, only to come back in and pick everything back up. It was a pain.

He had grabbed a basket this time knowing he’d need it before he tried to fill his arms up with everything his girlfriend needed. Normally she did the shopping when it came to the kids, but she wasn’t feeling that well. And, well, they really did need food.

Brady wandered through the store weaving in and out of the many isles. While she had written down the brands and foods they liked to eat, Brady didn’t know his way around the store. It was times like this that he wished he had gone with her a couple of times. Then he’d be in and out.

He quickly filled up the basket though. He didn’t think he would, but he grabbed enough so that he wouldn’t have to come back anytime soon. Or, at least until his girlfriend was feeling better.

There were a few other things on the list that he picked up. Some were too heavy for the basket, but he managed. He hadn’t been working out lately like he said he would, so this was perfect. It was a nice start even if it wasn’t consistent.

Brady paid for all his stuff – over $100 worth. He grumpily shook his head at the cashier but didn’t say anything. He knew it wasn’t her fault. It was his girlfriend’s. She didn’t even give him money to pay for all of it. For some reason, she acted like they were married.

“What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.” She’d tell him.

Brady grunted as he picked up all the bags. He bid the cashier a good day. She had asked him if he’d need help bringing it all out to the car, but he declined. He liked a good challenge.

It wasn’t until he made it out of the store that he realized he parked in the furthest spot.

As always, he managed. When he made it back home, he was greeted by the kids – his girlfriend’s two dogs and three cats.

Brady tried balancing the bags in his hands as the cats rubbed up against his legs weaving in and out as the dogs tried to jump up and lick his face.

“I know, I know… I got food. Hold on,” Brady said raising the bags over his head and side-stepping through the living room to get to the kitchen.

“Did you have any trouble?” he heard his girlfriend call from the bedroom.

“No, not at all.” Brady said as he dropped the bags onto the kitchen counter. The cats jumped up onto the counter. One by one, Brady picked them up and put them back on the floor.

“Come on, you know better.” He muttered.

“Do you mind feeding them now?” she called.

Brady took out a few cans of dog food from the bags and the two dogs went berserk. He sighed. “I think it’d be really mean of me not to.”

Words: 611

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Short Story Sunday 250: Secrets [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Secrets" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

Allan opened the bedroom door a small crack. He peered in, slowly craning his neck to look into the room. When the coast seemed to be clear, he slid through as small a crack in the door his body would allow, and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He scanned the room, taking it all in, wondering where it could be.

His back was pressed against the door. Allan knew he needed to actually look around the room and move things around if he was ever going to find it. However, he also knew this was wrong. He shouldn’t have been in his brother’s bedroom. He shouldn’t have been thinking about snooping around and invading his privacy.

Allan sighed and pushed himself away from the door. He wouldn’t be a very good little brother if he didn’t snoop around, though… right?

He started to his right where his brother’s dresser was. He looked on top – nothing. He opened the first drawer and lifted the neatly folders shirts – nothing. Allan closed it and opened the second drawer. He picked up some dress pants and jeans – still nothing. He closed it and opened the third drawer, shuffling around his brother’s underwear and socks – absolutely nothing. He closed the drawer in frustration, the drawer slamming. Allan winced. Hopefully no one heard that.

He straightened out turning around. No, his brother wouldn’t leave it in such an easy spot like his dresser within his clothes. Allan smiled at his brother bed. He’s hide it in a much tougher spot.

Allan lunged at the bed. He lifted up the bed sheets. It wasn’t there. He lifted the mattress on one side – nothing – and then the other side – nothing.

Allan pouted. Surely, he had thought his brother would hide it under his mattress. He didn’t bother looking under the bed. That was too obvious of a spot. He sat on the bed, lying down. His head hit the pillow hard.

“Ow!” he exclaimed sitting up. He rubbed his head. Man, his brother had a stiff pillow.

Allan froze. Wait a minute.

He picked up the pillow and turned it upside down so the opening of the pillowcase was pointed to the ground. Gravity did its job and a book fell out of the case and onto the bed.

Allan grinned. His brother’s journal. This was sacred. But now he’d be able to see who his brother had a crush on.

Words: 407

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Short Story Sunday 249: Shallow [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Shallow" | Creative Writing | Flash Fiction | RachelPoli.com

Sidney sat down in the far corner of the black leather. She crossed her arms and legs and turned her head to face the wall. She would have looked out the winder but then she’d had to look at him.

Cameron was already sitting. He too was on the couch and could tell that Sidney had purposefully sat far away from him. He sighed and turned his attention to the guidance counselor.

“Do you see what I mean?” he said pointing to his friend.

Mr. Warner stared sympathetically at Cameron. “Let’s not point fingers now. We’re here to talk about what’s bothering us and work out our differences.”

Cameron pressed his lips together. He sat stiffly. He had never been in the guidance counselor’s office before unless it was for something school related. He was a good kid. He did his homework, he was friendly with everyone. He didn’t understand why one of his best friends was so angry at him that they needed peer mediation.

“Sidney?” Mr. Warner turned his attention to her. “Did you hear me?”

She grunted, still staring at the wall.

“Sidney, we all need to be in this together 100-percent.” The guidance counselor said calmly. He opened a notebook and rested it on his lap. “Now, would either of you like to volunteer to start?”

Sidney cast a side glance over her shoulder. Once she noticed Cameron looking at her, she immediately turned away again. Cameron sighed looking at Mr. Warner. He opened his mouth to begin, but noticed the notebook.

“What’s that for?” he asked.

“To take notes.” Mr. Warner replied.

“Why do you have to take notes on us?” Cameron replied hastily. “This isn’t like… therapy or anything, is it? We’re having an argument, what’s there to take notes for?”

“I want to make sure I can understand and remember everything you guys tell me. Taking notes allow me to take a look back at your statements and try to piece things together.” Mr. Warner explained.

Sidney snorted.

“Statements?” Cameron stood up from the couch. “You make it sound like we’re on trial for something.

“I assure you, Cameron, that’s not the case.” Mr. Warner said shaking his head. He pointed to the couch. “Please, take a seat. Would you like to get us started?”

“What was that sigh for?” Cameron asked. “You think I’m ridiculous, don’t you? Well, I’ve never been on trial before!”

“You’re not on trial.” Mr. Warner said a little louder.

“Do you see what I put up with?” Sidney piped up.

Mr. Warner and Cameron froze turning their attention to Sidney. Neither of them had noticed she was looking at them now and actually listening.

“I’m beginning to. Sidney, would you like to start?” Mr. Warner replied.

“Oh, so now you’re both against me?” Cameron replied. He threw his arms up in the air and began to pace.

“No one is against you. No one is ever against you.” Sidney replied. She too stood up. “You overthink everything though. I’m frustrated because I corrected you with one little thing and you flipped out. You yelled at me and I don’t care too much for that, so yeah. I’m mad.”

Cameron’s shoulders relaxed. He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Oh.”

“You never ask about what’s going on in my life. You don’t care about how my day is. All you care about is whether or not you’re doing a good job.” Sidney explained.

“A good job with what?” Cameron asked.

“Anything and everything. It’s annoying.”

“Okay, but we’re not a couple, so I don’t need to ask you about your day and stuff.”

Sidney rolled her eyes. “We don’t need to be a couple to be interested in each other. We’re friends, we still care about each other. Well, I care about you. I don’t know much about you caring about me.”

“Is that all?” Cameron wondered aloud.

Sidney nodded her head. “I just want to be normal friends without my day having to revolve around you.”

“Oh,” Cameron said with a nod. “Okay, I can work on that. I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

Sidney smiled. She walked over to him and gave him a big hug. After they pulled away, they both chuckled at how silly this whole thing was. The bell rang and they left the room side by side.

Mr. Warner remained in his chair. He let out a sigh. “Uh, glad I could help?”

Words: 740

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Short Story Sunday 248: Overflow [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Overflow" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

Water dripped from the ceiling in the basement. Harry looked up from his book, comfortable in his new armchair, noticing the water. A bright flash of lighting shone through the small window and was followed by the loudest boom of thunder that seemed to shake the whole house. He closed his book and stared at the small dark spot on the ceiling.

He could understand if he were upstairs and the rainwater was seeping through the ceiling. However, the living room was above the basement. Unless the ceiling upstairs collapsed from the storm, there shouldn’t be any leak into the basement.

“I’ll be right back.” Harry said as he put his book to the side and pushed himself up from his chair.

No one answered him. In fact, he was the only one home. Both his dog and cat, however, were hiding underneath the couch in the basement from the storm. Harry enjoyed being upstairs during storms like this one so he could watch the rain at the window. He felt bad for the dog and cat though and thought to stay down with them. He spoke once in a while to comfort them and let them know he was there. The dog always hid, but the cat never did. That’s how he knew it was a bad storm.

Harry trekked up the stairs to check out the mysterious leak into the basement. His first thought was to head into the living room. He was pretty sure that room was above the basement. When he entered the living room, however, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

At least, not that he could tell.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, but that was dry. He took his shoe off and rubbed his sock over various places on the carpet, but no water soaked his foot. Of course, it wasn’t until he turned around that he noticed the problem.

The bathtub water was on, the water spilling over the sides of the tub. The bathroom was flooded and a steady stream was making its way to under the couch in the living room. Harry wasn’t quite sure how that worked out. He also wasn’t sure how he missed something so obvious.

He took off his socks – wearing wet socks was a terrible feeling – and dashed into the bathroom. He shut off the water and unplugged the drain immediately. Bubbles formed near the drain at the amount of water trying to get sucked down. It gurgled, making awful sounds. Harry groaned at the mess he’d made.

He rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed, even though there was no one else around him. He remembered now – he was going to take a bath when he saw the first crack of lighting followed by a subtle boom of thunder. He didn’t want to be sitting in a pool of water with a storm on the way.

So, he had taken his book and decided to sit downstairs. Apparently, he had never turned the water off.

Harry looked at his watch. The water had been running for a good 45 minutes. He felt like such an old man. How was this something he forget?

He reached into the bathroom closet and tossed a couple towels on the ground. He had a lot of cleaning up to do before his wife and kids got home.

Words: 560

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Short Story Sunday 247: Half Moon [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Half Moon" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

“Don’t you think it looks like a fingernail?” Daisy broke the silence. She rested both hands on her stomach, her head resting on Cody’s stomach. Their bodies lay as a perfect 90-degree angle from one another.

Cody cracked a smile but shook his head. “I bring you out here to look at the stars. You know, trying to be romantic and all that. Then you have to point out to me that the moon looks like a fingernail?”

“But it does, doesn’t it?”

Cody sighed. He tilted his head to view at a different angle, the grass behind his head tickling his ears. He moved his arm up to scratch it, but Daisy reached over her head and snatched his wrist. She brought it back down and hugged it close to her like a teddy bear.

“Why do you want me to think the moon looks like a fingernail so much?” Cody asked. He let her have his right hand. He lifted his left arm and finally scratched behind his ear.

Daisy’s shoulders moved up in a tight shrug. “I don’t know. It was the first thing that popped in my head.”

“How about you take a look at the stars? I thought you enjoyed the constellations.” Cody suggested.

“I do,”

“Then–”

“But the moon is the brightest.”

Cody gave a slight nod even though she couldn’t see him. It was true, the moon, even skinny like a fingernail, was the brightest thing in the sky at the moment. He had to admit even he was having a hard time seeing the stars. He thought that might have been because he left his glasses in his truck, though.

He rested his arm behind his head and lifted up his left leg so his knee was in the air. He was careful not to disturb Daisy. His stomach was beginning to ache from the weight of her head, but he wasn’t about to push her off.

They were silent. There was nothing but the crickets chirping around them, a light breeze rustling in the trees. Daisy especially loved listening to Cody’s heartbeat as his chest moved her head up and down in rhythm to his breathing. Cody drew in deep breaths in time with the wind as Daisy’s perfume would make its way over to him.

“Hey, did you see that?” Daisy broke the silence once again.

“See what?” Cody asked tilting his gaze to look up at the sky.

“There was a shooting star. You missed it.”

“Oh,” Cody swallowed. “Well, you can make a wish at least. Is that what you’re supposed to do when you see a shooting star?”

Daisy chuckled. “Yeah, but I don’t need to make a wish.”

Cody raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“I don’t,” Daisy repeated. She lifted her left hand and smiled at her new ring glinting in the moonlight.

Cody took her hand now in his. He kissed the back of her palm.

They fell silent again.

Words: 496

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Short Story Sunday 246: Don’t Worry [Flash Fiction]

Short Story: "Don't Worry" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

“Don’t worry about me. I got this.” Ryan said dismissing his friend with a careless wave of his hand. He walked over to the front doors of the building and stared upward at them. They sure were tall. The glass was shining so bright from the sunlight too. Yet, they couldn’t see inside. He assumed the doors were a two-way mirror, which was pretty impressive. If they made it out of this alive, he was certainly going to invest in two-way mirror everything.

Monica stood a couple feet behind him. Her arms were folded across her chest tightly. The wind was sending a chill down her spine, though she had a feeling the chill wasn’t just from the cold air. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course!” Ryan boasted. He put his hands on his hips and continued to stare at the doors. How was he supposed to get in, now?

“Then why are you just standing there?”

“Monica, why don’t you just stay quiet so I can think?” Ryan asked in as nice a tone as he could. “I need to concentrate. Make sure you keep a good look out.”

“A good look out?” Monica gasped. “Ryan, I don’t think this is such a good idea…”

Ryan sighed. He rolled his eyes to himself but when he turned around he had a wide grin on his face. He walked over to his friend and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Don’t worry, okay? We’ll be fine; I know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t seem like you do.” Monica muttered bowing her head.

Ryan’s face flat lined. “Yeah, fair enough… but it’s not like I’ve ever done this before.”

Monica looked him in the eye. “Let’s forget it. I want to go home. This was a bad idea.”

“No, the reason we’re here was because of a bad idea.” Ryan countered.

Monica’s bottom lip jetted out and began to quiver.  Ryan’s eyes grew wide.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant! It was great, wonderful – fantastic even! I just meant we should have been a little more careful.” Ryan wrapped his arms around her shoulders and put her head on his shoulder. He sighed. “Why did we have to do it on a Sunday when all the stores close early?”

Monica sniffled. “Maybe we’ll just have to wait and see what happens…”

“No, we can’t do that.” Ryan said shaking his head. “We’ll both be in huge trouble and so will the…” his voice faded as he realized what he was about to say. How could he have gotten himself into such a situation?

“Maybe nothing happened?” Monica said quietly. She lifted her head to look at him and she shrugged hopeful.

“What if something did happen?” Ryan commented. He let go of Monica and walked over to the doors again. “No, I have to get in there somehow… I think Plan B only works within the first 24 hours afterward.”

“You know,”

Ryan jumped at the unfamiliar voice. He turned around and Monica was backing toward him. It was a police officer. Of course it was.

“There’s a 24-hour convenience store a couple miles down the road that carries the same stuff. If you are in trouble, I’d suggest not robbing a store to get yourself into bigger trouble.” He said. He stared Ryan and Monica down, but his expression was gentle and his tone was calm.

“Oh.” Ryan deadpanned. He let out a chuckle looking at Monica who was glaring at him. “What? This is my go-to store.”

Ryan took Monica’s hand in his and began to walk her away toward his car in the parking lot. He smiled politely at the officer as they past him. “Thank you, sir. Uh, sorry for the trouble.”

The officer cracked a smile in return. “Good luck.”

As they were power-walking away, Monica asked Ryan through gritted teeth, “How did you not see the police car on the other side of the road?”

“Me?” Ryan scoffed. “You were the lookout.”

Words: 674

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Short Story Sunday 245: Sound

Short Story: "Sound" | Creative Writing | Flash Fiction | RachelPoli.com

He was tapping his fingers along the kitchen counter. She was sitting at the kitchen table tapping away on her laptop. Chloe was sitting in the other room trying to read a book. While she was able to focus on her reading with a little noise in the background, even through people having a conversation, she preferred to read in silence. It was a little hard to read when you had a couple of roommates. Her bedroom was being painted so she wasn’t able to barricade herself and be alone.

She could hear the various tapping from the living room and even though it wasn’t that loud, it was beginning to get right through her head. Lana was working on some homework, or so Chloe thought. There was no way Lana was able to type an essay that fast. Not with her attention span at least. Chandler was most likely sitting on the kitchen counter eating and drumming his fingers along the granite in satisfaction. He always boasted about what great food he made – it didn’t matter if he roasted a turkey or made a cheese sandwich.

Chloe curled up closer to the side of the couch. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested the book against them like a lap desk. She cleared her throat trying to bring her mind back to the book and not the annoying tapping sounds coming from the other end of the room.

But then Chandler came into the living room. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Chloe glanced at the news and then glared at Chandler.

“Do you mind? You have a TV in your room. I can’t go into my bedroom.” Chloe said trying not to sound rude.

Chandler looked at her and noticed the book. “Oh, sorry.” He turned off the TV. “But I’m a little full. Do you mind if I sit here for a minute?”

“Sure,” Chloe shrugged and looked back at her book.

There was a crunching sound. Chloe was jolted out of her reading again. She looked at Chandler who had a bag of chips. The bag crinkled loudly as he reached his hand before a loud crunch as he popped a couple chips in his mouth chewing loudly with his mouth open.

Chloe groaned. “I thought you were full?”

“One can never be too full for chips.” Chandler laughed.

Chloe sighed. “You know what? You can watch TV.” She stood up and headed for the front door.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To my car,” Chloe left the house. She sat in her car in the driveway rolling down the window just a crack. She leaned the driver’s seat back and sighed happily. Now all she could hear were birds chirping. She didn’t mind though. It was a pleasant sound.

Words: 473

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Short Story Sunday 244: Jacket

Short Story: "Jacket" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | Blogging | RachelPoli.com

“It’s cold, get your jacket.” Adam said. He threw on his own jacket, zipping it all the way up to his neck.

Ryan looked down at his body. “I’m in a sweatshirt, I’m fine.”

“It’s cold. Get a jacket.” Adam said more stern this time. He shoved his hands into his pockets and stood in front of the door.

Ryan sighed. It was obvious neither one of them were leaving until he got a jacket. “Dude, we’re guys. We don’t get cold.”

“We still get sick though.” Adam replied quickly.

“I won’t get sick though.” Ryan countered.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. I was just sick last week. I’m done for a while.”

“All the more reason for you to get a jacket.”

Ryan groaned pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, I already had a cold. All the bad germs are out of my body now.”

“You don’t know if all of them are out of your body. There may still be some bad germs lingering and you could get sick again.” Adam continued to protest.

Ryan stared at his friend with a deadpan expression. “Adam, I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Do you want to know why you got sick in the first place?” Adam asked.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.”

“It’s because you didn’t wear a jacket.”

Ryan let out an annoyed howl. He turned around and stomped over to the closet. He pulled out his coat and threw it on. He turned back around and stretched his arms out to the side showcasing his coat to Adam. “Are you happy now?”

Adam remained silent staring at his friend expectantly.

Ryan looked down. He rolled his eyes realizing why Adam wasn’t satisfied. He zipped up then looked back up at Adam again, who smiled.

Adam opened the front door and stepped to the side. “After you.”

“I hate you.” Ryan muttered stomping out of the house.

“Great, you can drive.” Adam replied happily.

Words: 329

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Short Story Sunday 243: Object

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“I want you to reach your hand into the box and pull out the first thing you feel.” Mr. Grayson picked up a good sized box from his desk. It looked like an ordinary box. One he may have reused after ordering something online. Red construction paper was tapes all around it as though that would make it look more appealing to the class. He shook it in his hands showing his students there was a good amount of items inside the box.

“Is there candy inside?” one of the kids asked while raising their hand.

Mr. Grayson shrugged. “Why don’t you stick your hand in and find out?”

She withdrew her hand and placed her hands under her desk. “I don’t want to go first.”

Mr. Grayson chuckled. “I didn’t put bugs or anything inside in the box. I assure you all this is perfectly safe.”

“You’re asking us to go in blind.” Another student piped up.

“I’m asking you to trust me.” Mr. Grayson sighed. He scanned the room with his gaze. “Guys, this is but a simple writing exercise. Come on.”

Trevor, sitting in the front, raised his hand. “Fine, I’ll go first.”

“Excellent!” Mr. Grayson brought the box over to his. There was a felt flap covering a perfect circle cutout on the side of the box. “No peeking, turn the other way. Stick your hand in and grab the first thing you touch.”

Trevor did what he was told. He closed his eyes and stretched his arm forward, Mr. Grayson having to move the box so Trevor’s hand would actually go in. When Trevor brought his arm back out, he opened his eyes.

“A lollipop?” he asked.

Mr. Grayson nodded with a smile.

The girl who asked about the candy shot her arm through the arm. “I’ll go next!” she beamed.

Mr. Grayson brought the box over to her. She reached in and pulled something out excitedly. The smile quickly faded when she realized she had grabbed a baby apple. The class giggled and she looked up at Mr. Grayson in frustration.

He shrugged. “Don’t blame me, blame the box.” He turned around. “Who wants to go next?”

A few students raised their hands and he went around the room allowing them to take their time pulling objects out of the box.

“I got a pencil.”

“A rock?”

“Cool, I got an old cell phone!”

“I got a fridge magnet of the letter R.”

“Is this a bottle cap? Mr. Grayson, do you like beer?”

Mr. Grayson shook his head. “It’s from a Coca-Cola bottle.”

“Sure…”

“Rod, it’s red and has the Coke symbol on it.”

“Oh.”

Mr. Grayson chuckled as he made his way back to the front of the class. “Alright, did everyone have a turn? Do we all have some sort of object?”

He saw nods come from everyone in the class. Looking at all the desks, he could see everyone has something random in front of them. He gazed at the front row and sighed upon seeing a stick hanging out of Trevor’s mouth.

“I didn’t say you could eat the lollipop, Trev.”

“Oh… Sorry.” He said, his words muffled from the candy.

“Alright,” Mr. Grayson said clapping his hands together. “Get out your notebooks. I’m going to set a timer for ten minutes and I want all of you to write a story about your object. It can be as simple as describing it or you can write a background story for it.”

“How am I supposed to write a background story for my apple…?” Brooke held it up balancing it in the palm of her hand.

“The baby apple is but a child. The tree is its home, the surrounding apples its friends and family. How do you think it felt being plucked off his home? Being carried away from its family? How did it get from that tree to your hands? What kind of journey did it endure?” Mr. Grayson rattled off ideas as though he had already written a store about the apple himself.

Brooke stared at him in confusion and also like he was crazy.

“Use your imagination. Write whatever comes to your mind.” Mr. Grayson concluded. “I’m going to set the timer for 10 minutes starting…” he looked at the clock waiting for the second hand to get onto the 12. “Now!”

The kids picked up their writing utensils in unison and began to work, the student who got the pencil using that pencil to write.

Mr. Grayson smiled down at Trevor. “I hope you remember what that lollipop looked like.”

Trevor took the stick out of his mouth, the hard candy completely gone. “I do. I know what it tastes and smells like too.” He grinned.

Mr. Grayson chuckled. “Touche.”

Trevor picked up his pen and began to write.

Words: 805

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