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Short Story Sunday 161: Memories

Short Story Sunday: "Memories" | Flash Fiction

            When you’re having a good time with friends or family, that’s all you think about in the moment. You’re having fun; you’re having a great day. You never realize that you’re actually making memories.

Sophia stood in the middle of the cemetery wearing her black dress, the same outfit she wore just a year ago to Camille’s funeral. She held onto her black clutch with her arms down in front of her. Her head was bowed as though she was saying a silent, sweet prayer, but she wasn’t thinking about anything at all. Sophia just read the gravestone over and over again in her head.

Camille Maria Andrews, 1990-2010. A loving daughter, sister, and friend.

Sophia shook her head at the dates. They were having a wonderful time that night, but neither one of them had any idea that one of them would wind up six feet under. They were young and stupid… Really stupid.

Sophia blamed herself for what happened. Her other friends and her family tried to convince her otherwise, but she knew they were just trying to be nice. They pitied her and didn’t want herself to go through life believing she had killed her best friend since kindergarten. Even though Sophia didn’t directly kill Camille, she might as well have. She just only wished that it had been her because Camille didn’t do anything wrong.

Being a year older than Camille, Sophia had turned 21 excited that she was able to legally drink. Neither one of them had ever taken a sip of alcohol underage before. When Sophia had her first taste of a cold beer, she licked her lips not believing that she had been missing out on so much for the first 21 years of her life.

She wanted to go out and celebrate her birthday with friends, but Camille wasn’t allowed to drink. She didn’t want to drink, either. Camille knew it was a bad idea. She was patient enough to wait until she was 21.

“But I can’t celebrate my birthday without you!” Sophia had whined.

“You and I will go out together this weekend. It’s not a big deal.” Camille had said.

“It is a big deal. I’m 21-years-old now. I’m an adult. I can drink. This is a big one and you should be there with me.” Sophia had continued to argue and whine causing a few eye rolls from Camille.

“Fine, but I’m not going to stay late.” Camille had finally given in, like she usually did whenever Sophia complained.

Sophia cheered and handed Camille a fake ID. She had already contacted a guy from their high school and had one made for her. Camille was angry with Sophia for doing that. She didn’t want to break any laws.

“I’ll go to the bar with you, but I’ll just order a soda. I don’t need that.” Camille shoved the identification back at Sophia and turned to walk away.

Sophia tucked the card into her purse. She respected Camille’s wishes, but she wasn’t about to leave it behind. Just in case.

Camille was the designated driver for herself and Sophia since she wasn’t allowed to drink and therefore didn’t plan on drinking. Yet, Sophia took it upon herself to order two beers when Camille went off to the ladies room to freshen up.

When Camille came back, Sophia pushed one of the bottles towards her.

“I’ll drink both, but please just have a sip. You won’t regret it, I promise.” Sophia had explained.

Camille rolled her eyes. “Only because it’s your birthday. But if you drink both of these beers, that would make three for you. So you’re all done after these two, okay?”

Sophia nodded eagerly. She had been willing to make any kind of deal with Camille since Camilla had been willing to come out to the bar with her and to even take a sip of beer.

Of course, Camille loved the taste so much that she ended up drinking the whole bottle herself. Before she or Sophia knew it, they had both drunk a lot. Camille was confident that she was sober enough to drive the both of them. Sophia kept getting sick and couldn’t tell the difference between up and down, so she definitely couldn’t drive let alone be able to tell Camille that she too was too drunk to drive.

So they left the bar with an underage drunken Camille behind the wheel. Neither one of them ever saw that guardrail on the side of the road coming.

Sophia closed her eyes and thought back to that moment, but she couldn’t remember it. She only knew what the nurses and police officers had told her. Sophia tried to remember, but all she could think about was when she woke up in the hospital two days after the accident. Camille had already been pronounced dead.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Sophia sniffed back some tears. She couldn’t believe that it had already been a year. As she stood in front of Camille’s grave, she had no idea what to say. She wanted to apologize, wanted to talk about what has been going on since she’s been gone, wanted to let Camille know that she missed her dearly. But no words would come out.

She didn’t like her birthday anymore now that could barely remember her 21st birthday. The only thing she remembered from it was that her best friend died.

“Happy birthday to me,” Sophia muttered. She dreaded this birthday since it marked a year and Sophia knew that she would dread her birthday every year for the rest of her life.

She blew a kiss to Camille gravestone and headed back to her car with her head bowed.

Sophia had never had anything else to drink after that day. It didn’t feel right since it was the cause of her friend’s death all because of her.

She didn’t think it was fair if she continued to drink and live while Camille would never get the chance to turn 21.

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Short Story Sunday 160: Late

Short Story Sunday: "Late" | Flash Fiction           

Gwen stepped out of her car and pushed the lock button on her key. The car beeped at her as she turned her back and walked away. She had her backpack strapped to her back, plus her lunch box and a tote bag hanging from her right arm. Her car keys were in her left hand and her water bottle was in her right hand. She staggered towards the door as she tried to hold onto all the weight. She refused to make two trips inside the school even though her arms were burning.

She entered the school and walked through a couple of long hallways before making it to her classroom. Gwen had the day off from work, but she had so much work to do that she wanted to take advantage of the spare hours. Otherwise, she would have just spent the day in her pajamas playing games on her iPad. Of course, she would much rather be doing that but she knew deep down that if she didn’t put some stuff for her classroom together today, she would be regretting it tomorrow.

She had a couple of things that needed to be hung up on all the wall and she had to take down the current bulletin board and put on the new one. It didn’t seem like a lot, but she knew it was going to be time consuming.

Gwen made it over to her desk in the back of the room and dumped all of her things onto the surface of her desk. She held onto her lunch box and stuck it in the mini fridge behind her desk leaning up against the wall. She had brought plenty of food for herself in case she was at the school late. She hoped she wouldn’t be there long and she would be able to eat her food at home, but the last time she came late to work on her classroom she was starving because she didn’t bring any food and ended up being there a lot longer than she had originally planned.

She stood in the middle of her classroom and looked around. Where to start first? Gwen knew the bulletin board was going to take the longest, so she decided to get that done first and get it out of the way.

Gwen opened a drawer in her desk and took out a staple remover. The board she was taking down was all about community and the next unit was talking about being thankful. It didn’t take Gwen long to take down the community board, but now she needed to put up the thankful information.

She had taken home a lot of construction paper and glue to create a giant turkey out of heart shapes. She made a giant heart for the body and a small heart for the head. Using orange and red construction paper, she created the beak and wattle and drew on its eyes with a sharpie marker. She laughed every time she looked at it. She wasn’t the best artist so it looked ridiculous, but she liked how it turned out anyway.

Using red, orange, and yellow strips of paper, she created the feathers. She had also cut out red, orange, and yellow hearts and stapled them to the end of each feather. The following day in class, Gwen was going to have the kids go up to the board and write something they’re thankful for on the hearts at the ends of the feathers. She pictured it to look cute when it was all said and done, but once she put it together on the board is was lop-sided and looked weird.

Gwen inhaled and exhaled standing back to look at it. Well, whatever. She shrugged and turned away from it. These were young kids. They were going to be amazed at the large turkey hanging in their classroom and love the bright colors. They weren’t going to worry that the feathers weren’t even and the turkey had a sleepy look in his eyes.

Once that was done, Gwen cleaned up the stray staples (she used a lot trying to stick it to the board!) and then moved onto hanging everything else up on the wall.

She had some post cards about working together as a team that she had to laminate and hang up on the wall. The kids didn’t pay too much attention to the team building terms so she thought that if she hung them up on the wall, Gwen could reference to them often when the kids weren’t getting along with each other on a project or just in general.

It took her a little while to laminate the cards as she had a crank instead of a full electric machine, but it did its job especially since she didn’t have too much to laminate.

It took Gwen a while to tape the cards to the wall. Every time she did, she would step back and see that one was crooked or one wasn’t centered with the others. Gwen grunted each and every time she had to get back up on her step stool and fix one of the signs.

When it was finally said and done, she began to clean up and gather her things when her cell phone rang.


“Where are you?” it was her husband.

“I’m at work. I just finished. I’m leaving in a minute.” Gwen replied.

“Do you have any idea what it is?”

Gwen looked over her shoulder and looked at the clock hanging above the door. It was almost nine o’clock. She bit her lower lip. Oops. She didn’t intend to stay in her room for this long.

“Uh,” Gwen stammered, “like I said, I’m leaving in a couple of minutes.”

Her husband sighed on the other end. “Drive safe.”

“Will do,” Gwen hung up. She put her phone in her pocket and gathered her backpack, tote bag, and lunch box. She shut off all the lights and yawned.

She utilized her day off nicely, but she was going to be tired the next morning when she was going to have to go back to work.

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Short Story Sunday 159: Waiting

Short Story: Waiting

            Two days had passed, but nothing happened. Addison waited by her phone all this time waiting for the phone call, but nothing came through. She often picked up her phone and attempted to call someone wondering if there was something wrong with her phone, but it always seemed to work.

Her friend would pick up and Addison would say, “Hey, I’m just checking to see if my phone works. It does. Talk to you later, bye!” Then she would hang up. She called so many times that it got to the point where her friend would answer, “It works. Bye.”

Addison would laugh after hanging up. She had such a kind, understanding friend. Even though her friend really had no idea what was going on. But that was what made her wonderful. She had no idea what Addison was doing, but she understood and didn’t bother to ask for two many details.

It was her parents that she had to convince. Addison would try to sneak her phone to dinner and they always scolded her and took it away. It wasn’t polite to have a cell phone on the dinner table while she was with family eating a meal together. So, one time, she tried hiding it in her pocket. However, she forget to put her phone on silent mode and received a text message from her friend. Her parents heard the “ding” of the incoming message and took away her phone.

It was good thing cell phones had voice mail and told her if she missed a call from someone or not. Otherwise, Addison would go crazy.

On the third day of waiting for that phone call, Addison came to dinner and rushed to eat her food.

“You’re going to get sick if you eat too fast like that.” Her mother sighed. “Why can’t you just enjoy this time with your parents?”

“I normally do,” Addison swallowed a mouthful of chicken. “But I’m still waiting for Gary to call me.”

Her mother frowned and looked over at her husband, who was too wrapped up in his meal to even notice what was going on. Addison’s mother nudged him with her elbow and he looked up shocked knowing that he had missed something.

“Help your daughter, would you?” she said.

Addison raised an eyebrow. Help her with what?

“Oh, uh…” her father swallowed his bite and cleared his throat. “Addie, sometimes boys are…”

“Stupid.” Her mother finished.

“Right,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

Addison rolled her eyes. Now she knew what was going on. “Guys, before you continue,” she said holding up a hand, “Gary isn’t stupid. He said he would call and he will. But–”

“But guys don’t always follow through with the things that they say.” Her father interrupted her. “They say that they’re going to call you, but they don’t always do that. Sometimes it’s because they forget and sometimes it’s because they just say that to make you feel better because they’re… Well…”

“They’re wimps.” Her mother finished. Her father furrowed his brows and looked over at his wife.

“Take your father for example,” Addison’s mother pointed to her husband with her thumb, but stayed focus on her daughter. Addison glanced at her father who simply shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating.

“I had to threaten to break up with him if he didn’t propose.” Her mother said. “I mean, we were together for what? Six years at that point? He was pushing 30.”

“So,” Addison interrupted, “Are you trying to tell me that I should call Gary myself even though he hasn’t gotten back to me yet?”

“Absolutely not!” her father stiffened and looked up at her again.

“We’re just trying to explain that men can fickle sometimes.” Her mother shrugged her shoulders.

“Guys have a code, too.” Her father continued. Addison pursed her lips together wondering when would be a good time to interrupt her parents again. She didn’t expect to get a side course of lecture to go with her chicken.

“Guys think that they should wait a few days before calling a girl.” He said. “For some reason they seem to think that by making a girl wait, she’ll want him more or something like that. They don’t call right away because they don’t want to seem like they’re coming on too strong. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Addison nodded. She opened her mouth to say something, but her mother spoke first.

“Men are ridiculous like that.”

“Really?” her father deadpanned at his wife, but she only shrugged in response. He turned his attention back to Addison.

“My point is that Gary wants you to anticipate his call. He wants you to go a little crazy waiting for that call so when he does, you’ll feel like you want him more than ever. He wants you to feel relieved when he finally does call.”

“Men are complicated and childish. They think they can get the upper hand by doing this.” Addison’s mother added. “Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

Addison’s father nodded in agreement and then took another bite out of his dinner.

Addison leaned against her arms folded on the table and stared at her parents intently. Were they finished? Could she speak yet?

“Do you have any questions, honey? Dating can be such a cruel world.” Her mother said.

“Right,” her father nodded, “especially when you’re in high school and your hormones are all over the place.”

“Oh, right. We should discuss her hormones.” Addison’s mother wagged a finger at her husband as though he was onto something and Addison was no longer in the room.

He shook his head. “Yeah, you can. I’m not touching that one with a ten-foot pole.”

“Guys?” Addison said loudly. “I think this conversation has gone on long enough. I just wanted to inform you that Gary and I are working on a school project together. He’s supposed to call me with his research piece.”

Her parents looked at each other with confusion.

“Oh,” her father said.

“Well, then by all means,” her mother said, “call him back. You don’t want to wait until the last minute with something as important as a school project.”

Addison sighed nodding her head. At this point, it was just best to agree with whatever her parents said. And she had, somewhere along the line, lost her appetite.

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Short Story Sunday 158: Keep

Short Story Sunday: Keep

            Miranda held onto the paper with both hands. The sides of the letter were wrinkled from her tight grip. Her eyes shifted from one side of the white-lined paper to the other as she read and re-read the words written.

It was a love letter. She read it with tears filling up in her eyes. She wasn’t teary-eyed because it was sweet and it made her feel happy. No, the love letter was actually breaking her heart.

Miranda inhaled through her nose and averted her gaze away from the letter. She dropped her arms down by her sides and looked straight ahead. Her tall mirror stood before her and she gasped upon seeing her eyes red and puffy, her face covered with blotches. Miranda abruptly turned away from her reflection and walked over to her bed.

She sat down at the foot of her bed and looked back at the letter. She didn’t want to read it again; she didn’t even want to have it in her hands anymore. Yet, the letter was like a train wreck and she just couldn’t look away from it.

When Miranda walked into her sister’s bedroom to call her for dinner, she realized that Jade was nowhere to be found. However, Miranda did find the love letter on her pillow. It was still sealed in the envelope, so Miranda had assumed that Jade did not read it yet. Curious, Miranda took the letter into her own hands and opened it up.

It was addressed to “Jade, My Love” and, as far as Miranda knew, her sister did not have a lover.

Miranda took the letter back to her own bedroom and read it, which she soon regretted.

The letter was from Dominic, Miranda’s boyfriend. It was a love letter from Miranda’s boyfriend to Miranda’s sister. How confusing was that?

In the letter, Dominic had confessed his love to Jade. Apparently the two of them have seen each other on the side a couple of times behind Miranda’s back. How could Jade do that to her own sister? How could Dominic do that to his own girlfriend? Why couldn’t they just tell Miranda the truth? She loved Dominic, but she would have understood if Jade was a better match for him.

Okay, well, maybe she wouldn’t have completely understood right away. Miranda was willing to talk to them about it, at the very least. The fact that both of them have gone behind her back really upset Miranda.

Dominic stated in the letter that he thought it was time Miranda knew about the two of them, except he had no idea how Jade really felt about him. Miranda rolled her eyes. In other words, if Jade rejected him then Miranda would suffice for him. How romantic.

After a long speech about how much Dominic was in love with Jade and he felt terrible for leading Miranda on, he asked Jade to meet him at the park after hours. Miranda looked up at the clock hanging on her wall. The park closed at eight o’clock, which meant he probably wanted to meet Jade around that time. It was six o’clock now and Jade hadn’t seen the letter. In fact, Miranda had no idea where Jade was.

Miranda bit her lower lip and looked back down at the letter. Dominic wrote that if Jade didn’t show up to the park, he would assume that she doesn’t want to be with him and he would continue seeing Miranda and leave Jade alone.

Miranda knew well that she should confront Jade. She should confront Dominic and talk to both of them about this situation. At the same time, she wanted to meet Dominic at the park after hours without telling Jade about it and see how he reacted to that.

This love letter to her sister should have been a huge turn off for Miranda. However, she felt so hurt that for some strange reason she wanted to keep Dominic to herself all the more.

She should go to Jade and talk to her about it. She shouldn’t go to Dominic and confront him herself, Jade should know about this. Jade should be able to decide and Miranda should be a loyal sister and do what is best for the both of them. Then again, if Dominic didn’t feel guilty enough to go behind Miranda’s back like this, who was to say that he wouldn’t do the same to Jade if another girl crossed his line of vision? Were he and Jade truly meant to be together?

But Miranda still felt as though she and Dominic were meant to be together.

“Miranda, Jade is down here. Where did you? Your soup is getting cold!” a female voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Coming!” Miranda shouted back to her mother.

She stood up from her bed and folded the letter back up. She put it back in the envelope and sealed it as best as she could now that the glue wouldn’t stick anymore. Then Miranda slipped the letter underneath her mattress where she hid most of her things that she didn’t want Jade to find.

Miranda drew in a deep breath and stared at the edge of her mattress where the letter was, but she couldn’t see. She had decided not to tell Jade about it. She wouldn’t show up to the park, Dominic would assume she didn’t feel the same way he felt about her, and he would remain Miranda’s boyfriend.

Miranda took a couple steps back still staring at the edge of her bed. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She knew she should break with us Dominic for this. Jade deserved to know, but Dominic deserved less. She shook her head trying to push away her thoughts.

She turned around and walked out of her bedroom trying to forget about the letter. She had no idea how she was going to face Jade without giving anything away.

However, now that the letter was hidden, Miranda was sure she would forget about it soon enough.

Out of sight, out of mind.

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Short Story Sunday 157: Jelly

Short Story Sunday: Jelly

            Kate stood in her kitchen making lunch for her and her three sons. She had asked what they all wanted and each of them stated they wanted peanut butter and jelly. Since she was going to be making three anyway, Kate figured she might as well have one too.

The boys were playing outside kicking a soccer ball around while Kate prepared their lunch. She took out six slices of bread—she’d make her own sandwich after she’s given the boys’ theirs—as well as the peanut butter and the grape jelly. She took out two butter knives, one for the peanut butter and one for the jelly. She hated it when the contents of the two jars got mixed up. Her husband always used the same knife to spread the peanut butter and the jelly and there was always peanut butter in the jelly.

Kate spread the peanut butter on three slices, put that knife in the sink, and then spread jelly on the other three slices. She folded each sandwich together, cutting each one in half. She picked up the three plates and put them at the kitchen table.

Next, she opened the cupboard and took out four glasses. She filled each of them with milk. She put three on the table and took a sip from the fourth one.

Kate put her glass down on the counter and opened the back door.

“Boys, lunch is ready!” she called to her sons.

Immediately, all three of them stopped what they were doing and charged for the house.

“Take off your shoes before coming in.” Kate reminded them.

They stopped short, bumping into each other, as they rushed to get to their sandwiches. They kicked off their shoes and sat down at the table in front of a sandwich.

In unison, they took a bite. One smiled while the other two made disgusted faces.

Kate took out two more slices of bread for herself when she noticed two of her sons looked unhappy. “What’s wrong?”

“Is this grape jelly?” Eddie asked.

Kate nodded.

“I don’t like grape.”

“Me neither.” Mike added.

“I love grape!” Ryan said with a grin.

Kate sighed. “Well, I’m glad someone likes the sandwich…” she took the plates away from Eddie and Mike. She put one in front of her figuring that she would eat one instead of making a new sandwich. She’d wrap the other extra up and put it in the fridge for her husband when he got home from work later that night.

When she put the wrapped sandwich in the fridge she found strawberry jelly and took that out. She made two more sandwiches and put them in front of Mike and Eddie.

She walked back over to the counter and was just about to take a bite out of her own sandwich when Mike made a disgusted sound. She rolled her eyes and turned around.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Is this strawberry?” Mike asked.

Kate nodded.

“I don’t like strawberry, remember? I like raspberry.” Mike explained.

Kate looked at Eddie. “What about you?”

“I like strawberry!” Eddie said smiling.

Ryan was already on the second half of his sandwich.

Kate groaned taking Mike’s sandwich back. She wondered why she had three different flavors of jelly in the fridge… She had three boys all the same age, how was she expected to remember who liked what? Especially on the weekend.

Kate wrapped up the strawberry sandwich and put that one in the fridge as well. Her husband was going to have lunch for the next two days. Lucky him.

She made yet another sandwich using the raspberry jelly. She placed it in front of Mike. She watched him take a bite knowing that was going to be the last sandwich she was making. If he didn’t like it, then too bad. He was going to eat it anyway.

Mike smiled after he took a bite.

“Like it?” Kate asked.

“Perfect.” Mike replied.

“Good.” She turned back around to eat her sandwich.

Ryan finished his milk and jumped down from the kitchen table. “I’m going back outside!” he put his shoes on and ran out the door.

Kate watched him leave as Eddie was eating the second half of his sandwich and Mike was still on his first. She took a bite out of the grape sandwich that Eddie didn’t like at first and made a face.

Oh, whose idea was it to make grape jelly?

Kate didn’t have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches often, so she didn’t really know which flavor of jelly she really liked. But now she knew that grape was not her favorite.

She wrapped that one up as Eddie finished his sandwich and ran back outside. She put it in the fridge with the bite taken out of it and took out the strawberry jelly sandwich. Her husband would just have to eat the two grape jelly sandwiches for lunch.

Mike said his thanks to his mother and ran out the door as soon as he finished. Kate gave him a wave and then took a bite of her strawberry sandwich. It still wasn’t that great, but she decided to eat it anyway. It was better than the grape jelly and she definitely wasn’t going to make another brand new sandwich. She went through half a loaf already!

The front door opened and Kate waited cautiously wondering who could have possibly been home. After a few moments, her husband walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face.

“Hey! My meeting let out early so I packed up my things and decided to work from home tonight.” He explained.

“Great, you’re just in time for lunch. There are two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the fridge.” Kate said.

“Why are there two and why are they in the fridge?”

“Long story,”

Her husband shrugged and took one of the sandwiches out of the fridge. He sat down at the table and took a bite from one of them; the one Kate had not eaten before. He made a face and Kate rolled her eyes.

“What is wrong with you people?” she asked.

“Is this grape?” her husband asked.


“I don’t like grape. What about the other sandwich?” he stood up to go over to the fridge.

“That’s grape, too.”

“Oh… Got any strawberry?”

Kate looked down at her own sandwich. She had already eaten half. She sighed and pushed the plate towards her husband.

“Well, I don’t want to eat yours.” He shook his head.

Kate got up and walked out of the room. “Nope, I’ve lost my appetite.”

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Short Story Sunday 156: Imagine

Short Story Sunday: Imagine

            Lily stepped outside of the castle, her home. She wore a black hooded cloak over her blue-green dress that draped down to her ankles. The cloak was just long enough to cover the entirety of the dress.

When Lily made it out the front gates, she held onto the sides of her hood so she could look around without removing the hood from covering her head. No one seemed to be around. No one was following her. She couldn’t help but smirk at how slick she had been.

She had guards and the castle had security for a reason. It shouldn’t have been this easy for her to simply sneak out of her home. Oh, well. She couldn’t complain and didn’t want to dwell on it anymore before someone found out.

Lily broke off into a run away from the castle. She had left a note on her pillow stating that she had left, but she didn’t say why she had left. She didn’t even mention where she was going or when she’ll be back. She just stated that she would be back in due time.

The princess knew there was trouble brewing between her father’s kingdom and a neighboring one. Of course, that neighboring kingdom happened to be the home of her future husband.

It was an arranged marriage that was set up ever since she and Tyler were born. He was exactly one month older than her and the kings and queens took that as a sign to be fate.

Lily and Tyler were rescheduled to have regular play dates with each other when they were growing up. Neither one of them thought anything of it as they enjoyed one another’s company and they had a lot of fun together. Tyler had a younger sister to play with when they were stuck in the castle all day, but Lily was an only child. She had no one but Tyler to talk to.

They didn’t find out that they were arranged to be marriage, and how that was the plan ever since they were born, until they both turned 16-years-old. Lily had read stories where the princess doesn’t want to marry the prince or the prince doesn’t want to marry the princess. Her parents had read those same stories and she could tell they were worried when they revealed that she was to be married to Tyler.

She was excited, of course. She hadn’t realized it until she found out that she was getting married to him, but she loved Tyler. They got along so well with one another and they had even discussed the future together. Tyler had expressed his plans for his kingdom when he would be ruler and Lily thought of what she would do whenever she became queen. They had already decided to create an alliance between the two kingdoms. Neither Lily nor Tyler could imagine a world where they weren’t together as co-existing rulers of their respected kingdoms. They never wanted to fight with each other.

As Lily slowed her run into a casual walking pace, she huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath. She took off her hood taking in her surroundings. It was in the middle of the night so if anyone was going to be out it would be bandits and thieves. However, she remained on the main path where there were lights along the way. She had a feeling she would be fine.

The walk to Tyler’s castle was a few hours. If Lily kept up a good pace, and ran every once in a while, she figured she should make it by early morning. Depending on how long she was with Tyler, she should have been back at her own castle by the following night.

Lily had overheard her father talking to Tyler’s father the last time they were over the castle. They had gotten into a fight. Not a squabble where they fought over who had the biggest horse, but there was a real problem between the two kingdoms. It had something to do with money, something Lily still hadn’t fully understood about running a kingdom.

Tyler’s father had stormed out and taken him with him. Lily was left alone.

Later on that night, Lily’s father came into her bedroom and told her there was trouble, but he didn’t go into too much detail. Or maybe he did and she just hadn’t been paying attention. All she heard him say was,

“The wedding’s off.”

Lily couldn’t focus on anything else her father had said to her after he broke such terrible news to her. She should have been happy. Now she was free to choose who she wanted for a husband. The problem was, she wanted to choose Tyler and she was sure that he felt the same way.

She had tried to reason with her father. She had a feeling that whatever they were arguing over would blow over. A solution would present itself soon enough. Her father had only shook his head at her being naïve. This problem was too big to fix and they would just have to find another kingdom to alliance with on account she couldn’t rule her home kingdom without a husband.

Lily had immediately decided to go visit Tyler after she heard this news. It was that night that she had snuck out of her castle. She had to see what Tyler was going to say about all of this. She had a feeling, that between the two of them, they would be able to fix any problems the kingdoms were having.


Addie jumped and looked up suddenly realizing she was in the break room of her work.

“Your break ended ten minutes ago.”

“Oh,” Addie closed her reading book and put it back into her bag. She sighed, standing up and stretching. She wanted to read more of her book, but she still had three more hours of her day job. Lily and Tyler were going to have to wait until she was off the clock.

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Short Story Sunday 155: Familiar

Short Story Sunday: Familiar

            “Hey, don’t I know you?” a petite woman asked.

Penny eyed her waitress suspiciously. “Nope. I don’t think so.” She shook her head and looked back down at her menu. She had never been to this restaurant before so she had no idea what the waitress had been implying.

Penny didn’t go out much. Aside from going to school, she stayed in her house most of the time. She enjoyed lying in bed reading books or watching movies. She didn’t care too much for the outdoors or to even meet with other people. She liked to keep to herself and she was much more comfortable being in her own home.

However, an upperclassman had asked her out. She had a crush on him since middle school, but was always too afraid to say anything. He was the exact opposite of her. She didn’t think he even had a home on account he was never there. If he wasn’t at school, he was out doing something with his friends whether it was eating out, going to the movies, bowling, or just walking around the town. She saw him walk by her house all the time with his large group of friends.

She didn’t want to be out in a restaurant in the first place, but she wanted to make a good first impression. That and her mother made her.

“It will be good for you to finally get out of the house for something other academics.” She had told Penny right before practically shoving her out the door.

The car ride was awkward after Jim picked her up from her house. Now she was sitting alone while he was in the bathroom to “freshen up.” Penny wasn’t too sure if she should tell him how girly that made him sound, but she hoped that he was just as nervous as her and that was his way of coping. If he was nervous, then he must really like her, right?

“No, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you around somewhere…” the waitress tapped her chin with her pen and looked upwards deep in thought.

Penny sighed into her menu as she tried to hide. This was one of the reasons she hated to go out. Someone, somewhere, always recognized her. She ran into teacher and students all the time in places such as the grocery store. They would always have to come over and say hi and make idle chit-chat. Why couldn’t people just let her live in life in peace?

If she and Jim make it to a second date, they were definitely staying at her house and watching Netflix. Sure, she would go out with him sometimes, but relationships were about compromise, right? They could alternate picking their dates. Penny’s choice would just always be the same.

“It’s Penny, right?” the waitress asked.

Penny peered out from behind her menu and nodded. Of course the waitress knew her name. They went to school together! “Can I order my drink, please?”

“Oh, sure.” The waitress seemed to forget their conversation if only for the moment.

Penny let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll have a water with lemon, please.”

“Sure,” the waitress nodded. “What about your date? Do you know what he wants?”

“I’m back!” Jim sat back down in his seat quickly. “Are we ordering food or just drinks?” he looked up at the waitress and then stiffened, a look of horror glazing over his face.

Penny raised her eyebrows and looked up at the waitress, who, instead of a look of horror, had a look of anger.

“Jim?” she said through gritted teeth.

“Oh… Hey, Babe…” he chuckled nervously.

Babe? Penny put her menu down and rolled her eyes. Of course. Why would she think that this date would be so simple?

“No wonder I knew you… You go to my school.” The waitress turned to look at Penny.

“Yes, we’re in the same math class.” Penny muttered.

“And you’re dating my boyfriend apparently!” she raised her voice.

Penny immediately looked at Jim. “Are you kidding me? You’re already in a relationship? Why did you ask me out?”

Jim shrugged his shoulders and then looked at the waitress. “Listen, Babe… I’ve been meaning to talk to you…”

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” Penny stood up. She wasn’t going to sit around and listen to her date break up with his current girlfriend. She didn’t want to get in the middle of anything. Besides, who was to say Jim wouldn’t do the same thing to her once he was sick of their relationship?

“Penny, wait!”

Penny kept on walking. She could heard her waitress, whatever her name was, arguing with Jim.

She stepped outside and took out her cell phone to call her mother to come pick her up. She would have to apologize to Netflix when she got home.

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