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Short Story Sunday 153: Welcome Baby (Dear Diary)

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            Lisa wasn’t due to have her baby until March 7, 2016. It was a leap year and she prayed and prayed that the baby would stay in her belly until after February 29. She wanted her son to have a birthday every year as opposed to every four years.

So, around 12:45 in the morning on March 1, the telephone rang. I didn’t have a phone in my bedroom, but I could hear it ringing from my office across the hall. I laid in bed with my eyes open, suddenly wide awake, but too afraid to move. Whenever the phone rang in the middle of the night something bad had happened. My uncle has Lifeline so my mind immediately wandered to him.

Then I heard the caller ID’s robotic female voice announce my sister’s name.

“Kris?” I whispered hoping she was awake.

She grunted.

“Why is Lisa calling?”

“I don’t know…”

“Is this it?”

“Maybe,”

We both remained in bed for a few minutes. I don’t know what was going on in Kris’s head, but I was trying to process everything. Why else would our older sister be calling in the middle of the night if the baby wasn’t on his way?

After a few moments, and realizing that the phone had stopped ringing, Kris and I both leaped out of our beds. We ran downstairs where Mom was standing the kitchen talking to Lisa. Dad stood in the hallway outside of the bathroom staring at Mom waiting.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Lisa’s in labor.” Dad said.

Kris and I smiled at each other and I remember jumping a little, but it was only about one o’clock in the morning. We were all still pretty tired and out of it.

Mom hung up the phone and grinned from ear to ear. “They’re on their way to the hospital!”

We all cheered and stood around in the kitchen for a couple minutes not knowing what to do next.

“Well, I’m going back to bed.” Dad turned around and left the kitchen.

“That’s it?” I asked.

“We’ll visit them in the morning. There’s not much we can do.” Mom had said, which made perfect. We all needed our sleep for a big day ahead.

Luckily, it just happened to work out, that I had the day off from work that day. Dad still had to go to work, but Kris and Mom called out and we all went to the hospital together.

I don’t like hospitals. I felt on edge as we drove there, telling myself that we would be in the maternity ward. It wouldn’t be that bad.

I started tearing up in the car and Mom stared at me through the rear-view mirror.

“Are you okay?” she had asked.

“I’m an aunt!” I exclaimed through blurry eyes. Mom and Kris started laughing at me because I cry at a lot of things, good or bad.

We made it to the hospital and entered Lisa’s room and I immediately burst into tears again. I didn’t like seeing her hooked up to a machine with wires and needles coming out of her, even though I knew there was nothing wrong with her or the baby. This is one of the reasons as to why I don’t like hospitals and get nervous.

We spent most of the day waiting around. Kris and I decided to go home around 1:30 in the afternoon. Mom said they’d call if anything was to happen. So, of course, as soon as we got home, we both got a text message from our brother-in-law stating that Lisa was going to start pushing soon.

I looked up at Kris. “So… Does this mean we go back?”

“We should probably be there when the baby comes, right?” She responded with a question.

“I want to be one of the first people to see our nephew, yes.” I replied.

“Alright, let’s head back out then.”

Kris and I hopped back into the car and we were on our way. She drove while I the GPS on my phone. We have never driven to the hospital on our own before and have never been to that part of the town, so we had no idea where we were going. Neither one of us paid much attention when Mom drove us back and forth earlier that day.

Kris was pretty calm behind the wheel as I freaked out in the passenger seat.

“Holy crap, we’re aunts. Kris, we have a baby. We have a nephew. There’s a baby coming. Lisa’s a mom! A mom, Kristen!”

“I know!” Kris exclaimed excitedly. “Now tell me where to turn next so we can actually be there when the kid comes.”

As I directed her from the GPS, Mom kept texting me.

“Are you guys coming?”

“Lisa is beginning to push.”

“The baby is coming!”

“Hurry!!”

With each new text message, I freaked out more and more causing Kris to freak out.

“We’re going to miss it!” I shouted.

“We’ll be fine, we’ll be fine!” Kris pulled into the parking lot. Except there were no spots. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” she muttered.

After three floors down in the parking garage, I pointed to a spot right by the stairs. “There! Go there!”

She pulled in and we both jumped out of the car racing through the parking garage. We were both giggling like mad as we were both nervous and too excited at the same time for our own good.

We raced up the spiral stairs in the garage. I nearly knocked into a man who had to be at least two feet taller than me as I shouted, “Auntie’s coming!”

Kris burst out laughing as I almost took out the fully grown man and we dashed through the lobby of the hospital. We ran into the elevator. As it rose to the third floor, Kris and I leaned against the wall trying to catch our breaths.

An older woman was in the elevator with us and gave us a strange look.

“Our older sister is having a baby.” Kris explained.

The woman smiled. “First one?”

“Yeah, we’re aunts now!” I grinned.

“How could you tell?” Kris said sarcastically.

The woman chuckled. “Congratulations.”

We said our thanks to her and ran out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened. We jogged down the hall only to run into Mom.

“Do we have a baby?” I asked.

“We have a baby!” Mom exclaimed.

We group hugged each other and jumped up and down in the middle of the hall.

“We don’t know anything as we’re not allowed in yet. But a nurse came out and told us that he’s here and everyone is doing great.” Mom had explained.

We waited in a small waiting room with Lisa’s mother-in-law, father-in-law, and sister-in-law. We waited for about another half hour and our friend came in the meantime. We all sat and chatted with one another as though nothing was going on. We were just trying to pass the time.

Finally, Nick, my brother-in-law, came into the room. He explained what had happened to all of us. Everyone was doing well. The baby was born at 4:49 in the afternoon, and he was 12 inches, 6 ounces.

The grandparents went in first. My poor father wasn’t able to leave work, but he visited them later that night before visiting hours ended.

I remained in the waiting room with Lisa’s sister-in-law, Kris, and our friend. The four of us chatted about random things trying to pass the time some more. We knew it wasn’t going to be too much longer since the grandparents were having their turn. The nurses just didn’t want too many people to go in right at once right away.

Before too long, however, the nurse came in giving us permission to go into Lisa’s room. There, I held my nephew for the first time of many. I fell in love with him immediately as I looked down at him through my blurry, happy tears.

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Short Story Sunday 152: Game Night

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            Maya plugged in her video game console to the 60-inch flat screen TV in her basement. She had a game room across from her bedroom, but she was having friends over to play and there wasn’t enough room in her game room to fit everyone. So, she had to move everything to the basement.

She had only hooked up one console and brought down five different games for her friends to choose from. She didn’t think they would be switching consoles at all since her friends weren’t big gamers to begin with.

Stephanie, Maya’s younger sister, came down into the basement with a big plates of cheese, crackers, and grapes.

“Being sophisticated, are we?” Maya asked smirking.

Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. “Well, we’re ordering pizza for dinner because neither one of us can cook. I thought I might attempt to put out some appetizers. I even made dessert!”

“You made dessert? When?”

“I made it while you were working last night. The cat and dog followed me around hoping I would drop some of the batter.” Stephanie said. She looked down at the ground at their gray tabby cat rubbing his body up against her legs.

“You actually baked something as opposed to just making Oreo balls or something?” Maya nodded her head impressed.

“Well, you know how the Oreo balls came out last time… I couldn’t get the melted chocolate to stick and it looked weird.”

“But they tasted delicious!”

Stephanie smiled and licked her lips. “True. They’re so good!”

“Anyway,” Maya continued, “what did you make?”

“I baked a cake.” Stephanie covered her mouth trying to hide her laughter.

“Why is that funny?” Maya asked skeptically raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not a good decorator. Just like the Oreo balls.” Stephanie said. She turned around and walked out of the room waving her hand for her sister to follow her. They went into the laundry room where there was an extra refrigerator.

Stephanie opened the door and pointed inside the cold box. “Don’t laugh.”

Maya walked around the open door and peered inside the refrigerator. She immediately started laughing. “It’s cute!”

“Oh, sure,” Stephanie shook her head though she was smiling as well.

“Is that supposed to be a Pokeball?” Maya asked.

“Yes,”

“Why is it pink?”

“Well, I tried to make red frosting by putting red food coloring in white vanilla frosting. I put a ton of the red coloring in, but no it just came out pink. I didn’t want to use the entire bottle so I settled with the pink.” Stephanie explained. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at her cake.

“Well, I think it looks cute. But why did you add brown icing for the middle instead of black?” Maya cocked her head to the side noticing that small detail.

“The store was out of black icing… Of course,” Stephanie rolled her eyes. “Seriously, you should have seen me searching for everything at the store. I got so crazy that I began talking to myself and people were giving me strange looks.”

“I would have loved to be a fly on the wall for that one!” Maya laughed.

Stephanie started closing the fridge door, but Maya held out her hand and kept it open.

“Wait a minute,” she said, “how come you didn’t frost around the edges of the cake?”

Stephanie snorted. “I ran out of frosting. And I wasn’t about to go back to the store to buy another container of it only to dye a little bit of it in hopes it would match the pink part.”

Maya nodded trying not to laugh.

“I’m sure it’ll taste good though. It just doesn’t look pretty.” Stephanie said. She closed the fridge door and walked out of the laundry room.

Maya followed her chuckling. “This is why we never entertain. We’re not good at this stuff.”

“It will be fun, though.” Stephanie said.

“Yes, it will. But you and I go above and beyond when we entertain as though these people have never been over the house before.”

“Oh, well.”

“You do realize that none of our friends know anything about Pokemon, right? The pokeball cake might mean absolutely nothing to them.” Maya started to laugh again.

Stephanie stopped walking up the stairs and turned around to her sister. “You know, I didn’t even think about that. But I don’t care. Because it’ll taste delicious and it was easy to make… Well, easy enough, I guess.”

Maya nodded her head and then looked at her cell phone for the time. “You know, they’re not coming over for another 45 minutes.”

“Seriously?” Stephanie deadpanned.

Maya nodded.

“So we rushed to clean the bathrooms and living room and basement and kitchen and everything for nothing?” Stephanie counted everything they did earlier that day after they got home from work. Not to mention, baking the cake and setting up the games and such.

“I didn’t think we were going to have enough time.” Maya shrugged her shoulders.

Stephanie continued to walk up the stairs and Maya followed her into the living room. Maya sat down on the couch and Stephanie sat on top of the window still watching the street.

“So… Now what?” Maya asked.

“I don’t know.”

Maya leaned back on the couch crossing her arms and legs. Stephanie continued to look outside the window watching cars drive by, people jogging or walking their dogs, and squirrels dash across the busy street.

“Are we seriously just going to sit here and keep an eye out for them for the next 40 minutes?” Maya asked.

Stephanie turned away from the window and shrugged at her sister. “What else is there to do?”

Maya shrugged again in return.

“Um… So, how was your day?” Stephanie asked.

“Fine. You?”

“Fine,”

Silent.

“My, we’re exciting.” Maya snorted.

“I don’t want people to come over. I just want to get into my pajamas and watch Netflix.” Stephanie sighed.

“Yeah, whose idea was it to socialize?”

“It was theirs….”

Maya and Stephanie sighed in unison. Both of their phones dinged as they each got a text message.

“They’re going to be a half hour late.” Stephanie said after reading the text.

Maya put her phone down next to her side. “Now what?”

“Netflix?” Stephanie asked.

“Netflix!” Maya jumped up from her seat and the two of them ran upstairs.

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Short Story Sunday 151: Fairy

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            Krista was a servant in the castle that ruled her kingdom. She was appointed the wonderful task to deliver a message to a neighboring kingdom. It was a two-days walk from her home, but she knew very well enough not to go walking in the forest alone. She was taking the long road on her journey as she walked along the edge of the forest. She wanted to remain on a pathway where she could see other travelers and they could see her.

She very well knew that the journey was going to take her a lot longer than expected if she didn’t just cut straight through the forest. Krista wondered how the king was going to react when she didn’t arrive back when she was supposed to, but she was more concerned about her own safety. She had no idea why the king wanted one of his servants to be the messenger as opposed to one of his knights.

Krista couldn’t refuse the job, though. Even though she was scared and didn’t understand why she had been chosen, she had to accept the king’s request. Otherwise that wouldn’t have looked good for her. They might have kicked her out of the castle and then she would have no place to go.

As she continued to walk along the edge, she looked to her right gazing into the wooded area. The forest did look beautiful. It looked enticing. Krista wondered just what the forest was like. If she knew she wouldn’t get lost or if there were no bandits waiting around, she would have loved to go in there and explore. She used to be the adventurous type. Before she became a servant, that is.

There was something different about the forest, though. Krista squinted her eyes to get a good look. There, something deep in the forest was sparkling. She relaxed her face and opened her eyes wide. Was it treasure?

Krista looked all around her. No one seemed to be around so she entered the forest. This very well may have been a trap, but if it was treasure, she would be able to quit being a servant. That would call for her to leave the kingdom, but depending on how much money this was, she would be able to live anywhere on her own.

The sun was starting to set, so Krista started to run. She wanted to get in and out of the forest as quickly as she could. She had just hoped she wasn’t getting herself into any trouble. This was probably the stupidest thing she could have ever done, but she had to take the risk.

The shining object wasn’t as deep into the forest as she thought it was. Once Krista got close to it she stopped running breathing heavily. She looked over her shoulder. The entrance to the woods was still in view. She looked all around her. No one seemed to be around. Good.

Krista took a few steps towards the sparkles on the ground. As she got closer, she gasped and fell to her knees. There, lying before her, was a green fairy, no bigger than the palm of Krista’s hand.

“Are you… Um…” Krista stammered. She had no idea what to do. Could fairies talk? Was she allowed to touch a fairy? Was there even anything wrong with this fairy or was she just sleeping?

No, she wasn’t sleeping… Why would a fairy be sleeping in the middle of the forest like this? Didn’t they have homes? Didn’t they live in trees?

Krista scratched the top of her head. She had no idea. She didn’t know anything about fairies or anything that happened outside of the castle, for that matter.

The fairy opened her eyes and lifted her head. She stared at Krista, though Krista didn’t know if she was staring because she had never seen a human or if she was wondering where she was.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear. I just saw you lying here and I thought…” Krista interrupted herself. Fairies couldn’t die, could they?

The fairy pushed herself up from the ground and stumbled as she stood. Krista put out her hand behind the small being in case she fell backwards. The fairy gave her a strange look and Krista awkwardly brought her hand back to her lap.

“Are you lost from your home?” Krista asked.

The fairy shook her head.

“Well, are you okay then? It didn’t look like you were just sleeping.” Krista said.

The fairy looked all around her and then shrugged her shoulders.

Krista raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t entirely sure what that gesture was supposed to mean. She stood up and craned her neck to look way down at the small fairy. She didn’t want to step on her in case she was going to go on her way.

“Well, if you’re alright then, I guess I’ll just be going.” Krista said.

She walked away, but after three or so steps she looked behind her. She had never met a fairy before and she felt as though there was something wrong with this one. She felt strange leaving the fairy behind.

But when Krista looked over her shoulder the fairy was gone. She sighed and looked down at the ground to make her way out of the forest only to see the fairy sitting on top of Krista’s foot enjoying the ride.

Krista stopped walking and stared at her with wide eyes. “Um… can I help you with something?”

The fairy looked up at Krista, but she didn’t have any other reaction.

“Hey!”

Krista jumped turning around. A tall, broad muscular man stood where she had just been. He was pointing to her looking angry. “You took my fairy!” He started to run towards her.

“Is this a good thing?” Krista looked down at the fairy suddenly fearful for her life.

The fairy shook her head.

Krista bent down and picked up the fairy. Then she broke into a run.

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Short Story Sunday 150: Meeting

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            I entered the pub, but he wasn’t there. From the moment I had walked through the front door I knew right away that he wasn’t going to be there. I had a feeling that he wasn’t just late, either. No, I figured that he wasn’t going to show up at all. Yet, I walked through the pub and sat myself down at an empty table way in the back.

            A tall man approached me wearing a white, but stained, apron across his front. He held what looked like a dish rag in his hand. I couldn’t tell if he was washing dishes, cooking the food, or waiting the tables.

“My, you’re here late.” He said.

I leaned back in my chair keeping my hands on the table. I looked him up and down before finally settling on his face and narrowed my eyes at him. “Is that really any of your business?”

He chuckled. “I suppose not. What can I get for you?”

“Just a glass of water, please,”

He bowed his head politely and walked away.

William and I had agreed that, in order to easily find each other, we’d only order a glass of water. I still had a feeling that William was not going to show up. He hadn’t been in contact with me for a few days so I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I hoped he didn’t forget about me.

The waiter/chef/dishwasher came back all too quickly with two glasses of water. He put one down in front of me before sitting down across from me with the other glass.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked through gritted teeth. I didn’t want to lose my temper, not in the middle of the night in a strange pub. For some reason, though, this guy just really bothered me.

“You’re waiting for William, are you not?” he asked smirking.

I let my face relax. I pushed aside my glass and rested my arms on the table leaning forward. “How do you know William? Where is he?”

“William came by yesterday and told me that he was meeting a woman here.” The man explained. “He wasn’t able to stay and told me to tell you to keep moving. He wants to meet you at the square the next town over.”

I banged my fist against the table causing my water to spill over the sides. The messenger before me was taking a drink and casually watched my drink form puddles. He sighed putting his glass back down on the surface, but didn’t say anything else.

“William said that two towns ago. This was the third time I was supposed to meet him. Where has he been?” I folded my arms across my chest defiantly like a child and abruptly turned away from the man sitting across from me.

“Beats me. I know I wouldn’t stand you up, though. You seem like a fun chick.”

I slowly turned my gaze back at him with narrowed eyes. “I have a dagger in my belt.”

He choked on his water and then chuckled. “Oh, no. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it in that sense. I just mean that you seem like… Never mind. No matter how I explain it I’m going to get myself into trouble.”

I pursed my lips together trying to figure this man out. I picked up my water and took a small sip. I hadn’t eaten anything in days, but I had to keep moving. The water the only thing that seemed to keep me going.

“How do you know William? Or were you a random busboy he paid handsomely to give me a message?”

The man stared at me blankly for a moment, but he eventually smiled and looked down into his water glass. It was as though he was embarrassed. “No, William and I know each other. We go way back.”

“Explain,”

William looked up at me once more with shock in his eyes, but I kept a level gaze. I wasn’t going to leave the pub allowing a stranger to know my whereabouts of where I was going. This had happened too many times. For all I knew, William had been captured a while ago and I’ve been sent on a wild goose chase.

“Okay,” he cleared his throat, “William and I used to be brothers.”

“Used to be?” I asked suspiciously.

“You don’t need to know my whole story, but I did something that made William—and a lot of other people—pretty upset. Hence, why I am working at a pub.” He outstretched his arms as though he was showcasing the dim bar like it was a prize.

I raised my eyebrows trying to think of something so dishonorable, but nothing came to mind. I had absolutely no idea what this man was talking about. I only knew that I was wasting my time with him, but I couldn’t seem to get up and leave. I felt as though there was more to this.

“So,” I said ignoring his story, or lack thereof, “what exactly did William say to you? How long ago did he come by here? What condition did he seem to be in?”

“Whoa, slow down.” He smirked. “What question would you like me to answer first?”

“This isn’t funny!” I snapped. “People are dying. I need to find William.”

“Okay, okay… Don’t freak out on me.”

I glared at him. He seemed nice enough, but he was really beginning to get on my nerves.

“William was fine. He came around about two days ago.” He explained.

“And what did he tell you?”

“He told me that a young woman dressed in an all-black cloak would come in a few days. Her hood would be covering her face, but I would know if it was you if she ordered a glass of water.” The messenger stated. “That’s why I’ve been working overtime. It took you long enough to get here.”

I scoffed standing up to leave. I couldn’t believe he could joke at such a time. “Well, thank you for your time anyway.”

“Wait a minute,” he stood taking hold of my arm. “We didn’t properly introduce ourselves.”

“I don’t need to know who you are anymore than you need to know who I am.” I said sternly pulling my arm out of his grip.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly putting his hands in his pockets. “But there’s actually one more thing William told me.”

I stood straighter waiting with anticipation. This conversation could go two ways at this point—up or down.

“He explained to me what the two of you are trying to do. He told me to go with you.”

“I don’t think so!” I abruptly turned to leave. As I walked away, I heard him call out to me.

“Did William ever tell you that the man you two are attempting to assassinate happens to be our father?”

I froze for a second before frantically looking around the pub. No one seemed to notice our quarrel though and hopefully didn’t hear him. I walked back over to him quickly and got right into his face. “Do you want to get us killed? Don’t you ever talk about our mission out loud like that! I can’t believe William even told you in the first place.” I said with venom coming out of my words.

“I told you he wanted me to come with you.” The man smirked and held out his hand to be shook. “My name’s Edwin. But you can call me Ed.”

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Short Story Sunday 149: Energy

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            Victoria watched with half-shut eyes as her three-year-old son bounced on the couch on the other side of the living room. She was slumped in their armchair, her elbow propped on the armrest and her head resting in the palm of her hand. As the time was heading for eleven o’clock, she was having a hard time trying to keep herself awake.

She opened her mouth wide in another massive yawn, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice. N fact, she wasn’t too sure if he knew she was sitting in the same room as him.

This had never happened to before. After dinner, every night, Ryan would play quietly in the play room while Victoria cleaned up from dinner. She only allowed him to play with certain toys, calming things. She wanted him to begin winding down for the night.

Then, once she was done cleaning, she would begin to put him to bed. They would go upstairs together; he would dress himself into his pajamas with Victoria’s help, then they would brush his teeth, and Ryan would pick out a book. Victoria would tuck him into bed, read him the bedtime story, give him a kiss and a hug, shut off the lights, and walk away.

Ryan always fell asleep right away as soon as his head hit the pillow. But tonight was different.

Victoria lifted her head off of her arm and a slight wave of dizziness came over her. She groaned knowing that she was exhausted and wondered why Ryan wasn’t feeling as crappy as she was.

She stood up from her chair and walked out of the living room. Ryan watched her get up and leave, but he didn’t say anything. Usually she wasn’t able to leave a room without him wondering what she was doing or where she was going. This time, however, he just smiled as he watched her leave.

Maybe, Victoria thought to herself, Ryan will get bored quicker if he realizes that he doesn’t have an audience.

She went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. She knew she shouldn’t have been drinking the caffeine at such an hour, but she had no idea how late she was going to stay awake for. There was no way she was going to fall asleep before her three-year-old child. That was just asking for trouble. Besides, desperate times called for desperate measures.

As the coffee sputtered out of the machine, Victoria noticed her cell phone sitting on the kitchen table. She walked over to it and picked it up. She had no text messages or phone calls. Usually she had heard from her husband by now. He worked the night shift as a security guard at a college campus. There was usually never anything going on so he and Victoria would chat until Victoria was too tired to keep her eyes open.

“Maybe if I just send him a quick text…” Victoria muttered. Though if he didn’t reach out to her then something must have been going on at work. She knew that he was training the new guy to help him out with the night shifts so he would only have to do overnights three times a week.

She sent him a message anyway. If he was busy, he just wouldn’t reply. No harm done. But she needed the help. She had no idea what to do with their son. She had no idea why he was up so late with so much energy.

Victoria poked her head back into the living and Ryan was now on the floor spinning in circles. She sighed hoping he didn’t make himself throw up on their rug.

She turned back around and grabbed her coffee, putting a little cream in and a spoonful of sugar. She looked down at the sugar and added another half spoonful. She was going to need all the extra boosts she could.

She turned around leaning her back against the counter and held her mug with both hands close to her lips. She breathed in the scent and smiled at its warmth. Victoria was going to take her time and finish this cup of coffee. If Ryan wasn’t ready for bed by the time she finished, she was going to march in there and just throw him into bed. She was out of ideas and out of options at this point.

When she was halfway done with her coffee, though, the living room suddenly became quiet. She cautiously walked across the kitchen tiled floor and poked her head back out into the living room. She gasped and couldn’t help but smile when she saw Ryan passed out on the floor in the middle of the room.

Victoria let out a sigh of relief. She took one more sip of her coffee before putting it down on the kitchen table. She looked up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. It was 11:30. She rolled her eyes, but went into the living room, picked up her son, who was now snoring, and brought him upstairs to bed.

After she tucked him in for the second, and hopefully final, time that night, she closed his bedroom door and went over to the bathroom. They had left the light on and she never got a chance to check it out.

That night, Ryan wanted some privacy as he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. Assuming her three-year-old was fishing for some independence, Victoria respected his wishes and stepped back as he closed the door.

So, when she peeked inside the bathroom, she was absolutely shocked to find candy wrappers littering the floor.

She gasped. Victoria always kept a stash of chocolate in her bedroom closet. How in the world did Ryan get to it? How did he even know about it?

Victoria was disappointed and angry that Ryan would do such a thing. Then again, she couldn’t help but smile. Her son was being sneaky just like she used to be when she was his age. She was only glad that three-year-olds didn’t exactly know how to lie and cover up their tracks.

Victoria gathered up the wrappers. She was going to save them and talk about it with Ryan the next morning. That was going to be a fun conversation.

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Short Story Sunday 148: Dance

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            Melissa had no idea how awesome Dylan was until she had asked him to go to the school dance with her. Dylan immediately said yes nodding his head excessively like a puppy all too excited to go for a walk around the block.

“You’re taking Dylan?” Melissa’s friends had asked in disgust.

“I can’t believe you would do that to yourself.”

“There’s a reason no one asked him to go. No one wants him there.”

Melissa stood in her bedroom looking at herself in her full-length mirror that hung on the inside of her closet door. She had decided to wear a turquoise dress that flowed just below her knees. The straps hugged the curve of her shoulders to be considered tank-top like, but like a t-shirt at the same time. Either way, she had a pale orange shawl to drape around herself in case a teacher called her out on it.

“Knock, knock.”

Melissa looked over her shoulder before turning her attention back to herself in the mirror. “Hey, Mom.”

“Oh, Melissa, you look beautiful! As soon as you’re ready I want to get your picture, okay?” her mother cooed right behind her.

Melissa smiled. “Yeah, I figured Mom.

“Dylan is going to absolutely love this on you!”

“You don’t even know Dylan.” Melissa turned her body away from the mirror and looked at her mother skeptically.

Her mother shrugged. “Yes, I know. But how could anyone not like the way you look right now?”

Melissa couldn’t help but smirk. Then she looked down at the ground sheepishly.

Her mother pursed her lips together deep in thought. Then she pointed to Melissa’s bed and gave her daughter a gentle push towards it.

Melissa obeyed, even though she had no idea what her mother was doing. Once she made it over to her bed, her mother pushed her shoulders down to make her sit.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa asked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Her mother said, sitting down beside her. She put a hand on Melissa’s back and rubbed it in small circles. “You were so excited for this dance and then, over time, you seemed to lose interest in it.”

Melissa sighed turning the other way. She didn’t mean to have her mother notice.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I thought maybe you were nervous. I also thought that by putting on this gorgeous dress, all your worries would disappear because… Well, look at you!” she exclaimed.

Melissa laughed.

“And I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother.”

“You are because you have to.”

“Am not,” her mother scoffed. “Dylan is going to think the exact same thing.”

Melissa remained silent.

“Did something happen between the two of you? Is he not taking you to the dance anymore for some reason?” her mother then gasped interrupting herself. “Oh, no, did another girl ask him out and decided to go with her instead leaving you dateless?”

Melissa looked up at her mother and cracked a small smile. Her mother’s mind sure did love to wander. “No,” she chuckled. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Dylan.” She paused to think about it. “Well, actually, I guess it does have to do with Dylan.”

Melissa stood up and paced in circles around the middle of her bedroom. Her feet were already aching from her silver three-inch heels and the dance didn’t even start for another 45 minutes.

“My friends aren’t going to be hanging out with us at the dance tonight. It’s just going to be me and Dylan.” Melissa began. “And don’t get me wrong, I want to hang out with Dylan. Otherwise I wouldn’t have invited him,” Melissa drew in a deep breath and turned to face her mother. “I asked Dylan because he doesn’t have any friends. When our homeroom teacher mentioned the dance, everyone signed up to contribute except for him because he said he wasn’t going. None of the girls asked him.”

Melissa’s mother rolled her eyes. “See, this is why I hate these kinds of dances. It doesn’t matter whether you have a date or not, or who asks you or doesn’t ask you. As long as you’re there with your friends, happy, and have a good time, then that’s all that matters.”

“I know,” Melissa agreed nodding her head, “and I think Dylan should be able to go and have a good time as well. That’s why I asked him to go with me. I figured he could hang out with my friends.”

“That was very nice of you, Melissa.” Her mother smiled and then slowly nodded with her lips pursed again. “But, if I’m going to take a wild guess, I’d assume that you didn’t ask your friends about this first and now they’re mad because they don’t want to hang out with Dylan?”

“They’re not mad I invited him. They thought it was nice of me to include him because he’s such a loser.”

“Melissa, that’s not a nice thing to say at all!”

“Those are Laura’s words, not mine.” Melissa defended herself with her hands up in the air. She then relaxed her body and continued. “Even though they thought it was nice of me, they don’t feel the same way about including him.”

“So they think he should go to the dance as long as they don’t have to hang out with him?” her mother asked.

Melissa nodded.

“That’s stupid.”

Melissa shrugged.

The doorbell rang from downstairs and Melissa’s father called up to them announcing Dylan’s presence. Melissa sighed as her mother called back down saying they’ll be there in a minute.

“Rule number one, girls take a long time to get ready. Don’t be surprised if Melissa goes into the girls’ bathroom a lot at the dance.”

Melissa’s mouth gaped open as she overheard her father talking to Dylan downstairs. Her mother rolled her eyes.

“I’ll get him for that later,” she said casually, “Anyway, you asked Dylan to the dance and that was a very nice thing of you to do. I’m sure he’s super excited that a girl asked him and he’s able to go.”

“He is. You should have seen the way he agreed to go with me.” Melissa laughed.

“Then he’s the kind of person you want to be hanging out with at this dance. Someone who will have fun, someone who will be with you through the whole event,” Her mother explained. “You don’t want to be hanging out with your friends anyway if they’re going to complain the entire time. Don’t let them bring you down you’re all there to have fun. Besides, I’m sure your friends will notice the wonderful time you’re having with Dylan, they’ll feel left out, and come over and join you. Then they’ll see how great Dylan is too.”

Melissa stood straighter taking in her mother’s advice. She nodded in agreement.

“Ready?” her mother asked.

Melissa smiled. “Ready.”

She and mother walked down the stairs, her mother a few steps in front of her. She introduced herself to Dylan giving him a hug. Melissa giggled noticing Dylan stiffen awkwardly. That was the thing about her parents, they were extremely welcoming, but it was always to the point that it was smothering the new guests. Then again, Melissa would rather that than them being too skeptical about the people she brought home.

“Wow,” Dylan’s jaw dropped, “you look pretty. I mean, beautiful. Well, gorgeous. I mean… You look good.”

Melissa was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. She pressed her lips together to hold in her laughter at his nervousness. She then nodded her head and managed to mutter a, “thank you.”

She then cleared her throat and pointed to him. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Dylan rubbed the back of his neck turning the other way. “Not really, it’s my older brother’s suit…” he looked down at his other hand which held a bouquet of tulips. He held it out to her.

“Oh, yeah, I got you these. I couldn’t find a corsage that matched your dress, so I… Well, I matched your dress with my tie!” Dylan interrupted himself and pointed to his tie. Then he lifted up the ankle of his suit pants. “And my socks, too,”

Melissa giggled at the bright turquoise socks.

“I think the socks are more aqua than turquoise, but… Oh, the flowers!” Dylan dropped his pant leg down again and held out the bouquet. Melissa took them gratefully.

“Tulips?” she asked.

“I noticed you have a couple of notebooks covered with pictures of tulips. I thought they might be your favorite?” he asked.

“They are,” Melissa nodded.

“Great!” Dylan grinned ecstatic.

Melissa picked out a rose in the middle of the tulips. “Where did this one come from?” she held it up only to realize that it was fake.

“Oh, I couldn’t find any fake tulips, so I had to get a rose.” Dylan explained.

Melissa titled her head to the side still confused.

Dylan drew in a breath and pointed to the rose. “The tulips, as beautiful as they are, are going to die within a week or so. The rose will stay forever and you can always remember the night. Well, hopefully you’ll want to remember the night.” He chuckled and turned the other way nervously again.

Melissa couldn’t help but keep a goofy grin on her face. She couldn’t believe Dylan would do something like this for her, especially since they barely knew each other at all.

“This is the least I could do for you taking me under your wing. I’ve never been to a school dance before.” Dylan admitted. “I want to make the night really special for you in return. Also because I, well, I know that your friends may not be hanging out with us tonight.”

Melissa stiffened. “What makes you say that?”

“They told me so.”

“What?!”

“Don’t worry I’m not here to start any drama.” Dylan put up his hands defensively. “They came up to me the other day and told me that it was either me or them. I told them that it was up to you, but you had asked me so I wasn’t going to back out on you.”

Melissa felt her face grow hot. She wasn’t sure if it was due to being embarrassed or angry. She figured it was probably a mixture of both.

“They told me that I was going to ruin your night and I told them that I was going to give you the best night.” Dylan paused for a moment. “I mean, that’s not why I gave you the flowers and stuff… I was planning on doing that anyway.”

Melissa shook her head a little trying to take in everything. She couldn’t believe that her friends would be so cruel to actually try to tell Dylan off like that. Sure, he was a loner, but he was a great guy. They was no reason no one should not like him.

“Well,” Melissa glanced back at her mother real quick before looking back at Dylan, “we’re going to the dance to have fun and get to know each other better. If my friends see what an awesome time we’re having and want to join, they can. Otherwise, I’m all yours for the night.”

Dylan frowned. “You should hang out with your friends, too.”

“I will be.” Melissa replied.

Dylan hesitated, but then smiled as soon as he realized what Melissa had just said. He held out his arm for Melissa to take. “Shall we?”

Melissa smiled and linked her arm in his. “Let’s get this party started.”

After giving her parents a quick wave, Melissa and Dylan walked through the front door and down the walkway to Dylan’s old car.

“Wow,” Melissa heard her dad say to her mother, “that guy is good!”

“Shush,” her mother hissed, “how many times do I have to tell you to start talking after we close the door or they’re out of sight?”

Melissa looked at Dylan as he opened her car door for her. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Nothing,” she smiled and sat down in the passenger seat.

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Short Story Sunday 147: Chef

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            Selena took the handle of the pan in her left hand and flipped the pancake high in the air. As she set it back down on the stove, she took a pinch of cinnamon in her right hand and sprinkled it along the top of the pancake. She breathed into the warm scent and smiled content.

“What is that smell?”

Selena looked over her shoulder and noticed her sister, Aubrey, entering the kitchen. She was still in her teal pajamas bottoms with a black spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was sticking up in places Selena didn’t know was possible and Aubrey rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand groggily.

“I’m making pancakes. Doesn’t it smell delicious?” Selena took another deep breath through her nose. She sighed happily.

“It smells so good, it woke me right up.” Aubrey yawned.

“Well, it didn’t wake you up that much.”

“Once I have a bite I’m sure I’ll wake up more.” Aubrey chuckled. She sat down at the kitchen table and leaned back in her chair. She watched her sister flip over the pancake again and sprinkle something on it. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Cinnamon,” Selena said without turning around to look at her sister. “I was going to make blueberry pancakes, but we’re out of blueberries. So I decided to make chocolate chip. But we’re out of chocolate chips too.”

“Oh, yeah… I melted the last of the chocolate chips to have something to dip my animal crackers in.” Aubrey stated.

Selena nodded her approval. Chocolate covered animal crackers were the best, especially if you dipped it yourself in freshly melted, creamy chocolate.

“Anyway,” Selena continued, “I found cinnamon in the cabinet. We never use cinnamon and I wondered how it would taste with pancakes.”

“I’m sure it’ll taste just as fine as it smells.” Aubrey said.

Selena took the pancake off the pan and placed it onto a large plate. She picked up the batter and poured the rest into the pan. Steam rose into the air and the beige batter bubbled up as it sizzled against the hot metal.

“You made enough batter to make only two pancakes?” Aubrey asked.

“One for each of us,” Selena pointed to the already made pancake. “It’s as big as the whole pan. It’s two in one.”

“What if I want four?”

“Then you can make more yourself.” Selena said. Then she picked up the pancake mix and looked inside. “Actually, we’re all out of pancake mix now.”

“We should go food shopping soon, I guess, huh?’ Aubrey asked.

“I don’t really think our lack of pancake mix, chocolate chips, blueberries, and cinnamon is a reason to have to go food shopping.” Selena laughed as she sprinkled more cinnamon onto the pancake after flipping it over.

“We have cinnamon.” Aubrey said.

“Not anymore.”

“You used the last of it? But we never use cinnamon.”

“I put a lot on, I think. Because we never use it,” Selena smiled.

Selena turned off the burner and picked up the pan dropping the freshly made pancake onto the large plate. She put the pan down on the back burner to let it cool. She picked up the plate with the two pancakes and brought it over to the table where Aubrey sat. Aubrey breathed in the pancakes as they were placed in front of her while Selena came back to the table with a bottle of maple syrup and two forks.

“I don’t get my own plate?” Aubrey teased.

“The dishwasher is still going and we have no clean plates.” Selena said. She poured the syrup all over the pancakes until there was nothing left. “And now we’re out of maple syrup.”

Aubrey cut a piece of pancake with her fork and stabbed it bringing it up to her mouth. “What would mom and dad say if they saw us right now?” she chuckled before taking a bite.

Selena chewed her piece and swallowed. “Dad would be proud. I don’t know about Mom.”

Aubrey groaned with a smile on her face. “This is so good! I’m glad you decided you would take over the cooking when we moved in here.”

Selena closed her eyes grinning goofily. She nodded. She was a fantastic cook, if she had to say so herself.

“Thank you, little sister.” Aubrey held up her fork with a piece of pancake on the end as a toast.

“To us for being adults!” Selena held up her own fork and they clinked them together before taking a bite in unison.

Aubrey laughed as she chewed. “You know, aside from the lack of food and all the dirty dishes.”

“But we have fun.” Selena winked.

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