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

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

“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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Short Story Sunday 242: Knit

Short Story: "Knit" | Creative writing | flash fiction | blogging | RachelPoli.com

When the party was over, Devin’s family and a couple of his friends trickled out of the house. He smiled, hugged and kissed, and waved to each and every one of them in the doorway thanking them for their gifts and for coming. He was 13 now. It was a big milestone.

He closed the front door and went back into the kitchen where his mother was cleaning up.

“Do you need any help?” he asked slowly. He was hoping she’d say no, but he thought he’d be polite.

“No, dear. You got upstairs and enjoy your gifts.” His mother said smiling at him over her shoulder.

Devin let out a sigh of relief, but he was hoping she didn’t notice. “Okay, well thank you for everything today. I had a great day.”

His mother turned off the faucet and dried her hands on a towel turning around. She leaned against the counter. “I’m glad you had a good day. I still can’t believe you’re 13…”

Devin smiled sheepishly looking down.

“That was some blanket, huh?”

Devin snapped his head up. “You couldn’t tell I was…?”

“Surprised?” his mother winked.

“Sure,”

His mother smiled somberly. “You know your grandmother hasn’t been doing too well. I had to keep reminding her about your birthday. She was so excited and wanted to make something special for you. Remember she made you a baby blanket? For some reason, she had her heart set on making another blanket for you for this milestone.”

Devin nodded. This was making a lot more sense. He knew his grandmother wasn’t doing too hot in the nursing home. In fact, every day they wondered if it would be her last. It took a lot for them to get her out of the nursing home just so she could come to his party.

“I mean, it’s a nice blanket. It’s very soft.” Devin replied positively. It was true; it was soft to the touch. Due to the rainbow of colors, it might just have to stay inside his closet.

“It took her three months. Her knitting hands aren’t exactly what they used to be. But I think that was the kind of project she needed. She’s been so lonely in the nursing home.” His mother explained. “I’m proud that you didn’t make any disgusted faces… she specifically asked for those colors. I picked up the yarn for her. I tried to leave out the orange claiming I had forgotten about it, but she sent me right back to the store.”

Devin laughed. “Well, thank you for trying.”

“She means well.” His mother shrugged chuckling.

Devin frowned.

“What is it?”

“I never got a chance to thank her.”

His mother smiled. “Oh, that’s no problem. We can go to the nursing home and visit her.”

Devin nodded. “I think she’d like that.”

Words: 805

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Short Story Sunday 241: Surprise

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

“Surprise!” Evelyn jumped out from behind the couch. Her friend leaped backward in shock, his hand over his chest. He nearly ran back out the front door in fright. Evelyn laughed as she walked around to the other side of the couch to meet him.

“What was that for?” Logan asked glaring at her. His hand was still clutching his chest and heaving up and down. He slowly walked further into the living room eyeing her cautiously.

Evelyn was still laughing. She walked past him and closed the front door. “It’s a surprise, Logan. Laugh.”

“A surprise for what?” he asked.

Evelyn folded her arms over her chest. She looked at Logan with a huff though she was still smirking. Logan raised an eyebrow. Was he forgetting something? He must have been forgetting something.

“Well, you’re surprising me so I know it’s not your birthday.” Logan said.

Evelyn scoffed rolling her eyes. Yet the smile never left her lips.

“I know it’s not my birthday. My birthday isn’t for another couple of months and no one really cares about my birthday anyway, so…”

“What are you talking about? You’re going to be 30 on your next birthday!” Evelyn commented defensively.

“Exactly my point.” Logan grunted.

Evelyn dropped her arms back down by her and turned to walk away. “Alright, old man. You think what you want.”

“Where are you going?” Logan stretched out an arm to stop her, but she didn’t see him. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to follow her or not.

“I’m hungry,” she called from the other room.

Logan drew in a breath and then jogged into the kitchen. He had thought maybe she made him a cake or something for whatever they were celebrating. But she wasn’t being very open about it. Maybe she was just saying that to trick him again? Maybe he’d enter the kitchen and sure enough there would be a cake in the middle of the table saying, “Happy…” Well, happy whatever.

“I’m coming into the kitchen…” Logan warned.

“Go for it,”

He sighed. She was taking the fun out of everything. He walked into the kitchen but there was no cake. Evelyn was making herself a sandwich.

“Wait, so what’s the occasion? I didn’t get a promotion at work or anything… you and I aren’t together so I know it’s not our anniversary.” He gasped. “Wait, is it our anniversary from when we became roommates?”

Evelyn giggled slathering on the last bit of mayo onto her sandwich. “No, no, and no. You’re totally off, Logan.”

Logan folded his hands and leaned against the wall deep in thought.

Evelyn turned around and took a bite of her sandwich. They stood in silence and when she swallowed, she grinned again. “You’re really going crazy about this, aren’t you?”

Logan nodded. “Of course I am! You nearly gave me a heart attack when I entered the room. Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

Evelyn shook her head. “Well, where’s the fun in that? I can’t believe you don’t even remember what it is anyway.”

Logan scratched the top of his head ruffling his brown hair. “I really… I really just have no idea…”

Evelyn put down her sandwich and walked over to Logan. She wrapped him up in a hug, Logan being as confused as ever, she pulled away and patted him on the shoulder.

“Oh, you’re so much fun.”

“What?” Logan asked as she walked back over to her sandwich.

“I just wanted to spook you coming through the door, but you really took it seriously so I wanted to string you along a bit.” Evelyn replied.

Logan narrowed his eyes puzzled. “So… you surprised me just to scare me?”

“Yes,”

“And there’s no occasion? Nothing I forgot?”

“Nope, it’s a normal day.”

Logan sighed. “I hate you.” He turned around walking out of the room.

“Oh, by the way,” Evelyn called after him. “Call your mom, it’s her birthday today.”

Logan paused. He waved a hand acknowledging her comment. His mother’s birthday… that was something he had forgotten.

Words: 681

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Short Story Sunday 240: Test

Short Story: "Test" | creative writing | writing prompt | flash fiction | blogging | RachelPoli.com

“Are you ready for today’s test?” Lauren asked with a wide grin.

Avery raised an eyebrow at her friend. She seemed to be a little too excited for this test. Avery knew Lauren since they were very young, they went to kindergarten together and had been best friends ever since. That’s how Avery knew when Lauren was being serious or not. She could see right through her friend.

Right now, Lauren was not being sarcastic. For some reason, she was actually excited for this test. Who would be excited for a test? Maybe Lauren woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something.

“You don’t look excited.” Lauren frowned.

“Why would I be? It’s a test.” Avery replied. She stepped in front of Lauren and took the lead as they headed toward the front doors of the testing building.

“Yeah, but this is going to be a cool test.” Lauren replied. She began to skip beside Avery.

“This test is going to decide our future.” Avery said nervously.

Lauren sighed. “No, Avery, it’s not. It’s just going to show us where we place and it’ll be easier for us to choose our college, that’s all.”

“Right, exactly. I’m not going to be able to go to college when this thing is done.”

Lauren stopped walking and grabbed Avery’s arm forcing her to stop. She pulled her friend to the side of the walkway so other people could pass.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. “You’re an A-and-B student. I’ve never seen you get lower than a B-plus.”

Avery sighed. “That’s all thanks to homework, class work, and extra credit. But the tests? I fail those.”

Lauren titled her head to the side like a confused puppy. “You do?”

“I don’t test well.”

“Oh. Why didn’t you say something? I would have studied with you.”

“It doesn’t matter how much I study. I know the material in and out. But I panic when I take tests. I freeze up and I just want to get the test done and over with as quickly as possible. People think I do so well because I have great grades and I finish the tests so quickly, but it’s actually just because I end up putting down random answers. I’ll know them, but I just zip right through them and it hurts my grade.” Avery explained. She stared at the ground somberly.

“Well, you would never know that your grades suffer from the tests.” Lauren chuckled trying to lighten things up a bit, but Avery didn’t crack a smile.

Lauren sighed. “Maybe you can talk to one of the proctors about it. Maybe you can go in a separate room and take the test alone? Maybe you won’t feel as overwhelmed.”

“I’ve tried that at school before. It just made me feel singled out.” Avery replied.

“Ah, true.” Lauren nodded.

“The doors will be closing in two minutes! Last warning! Two minutes!” a woman shouted by the front door. Students who were lingering about began to run toward the door.

Lauren grabbed Avery’s hand. “We have to go.” They broke into a run. “I know it’s hard, but try not to read too deep into it. We have three hours for the test, just take it one question at a time. Pretend the test is only the one question as you go through it all.”

Avery nodded but she didn’t know how any of this advice was going to help her.

They made it to the front doors. Due to the alphabetical order of their last names, they were going to have to part ways. Lauren squeezed Avery’s hand. “In fact, don’t even think at all. Be confident. You ace the homework and class work. A test is no different. Good luck!”

Avery was reluctant to let go of Lauren’s hand, but Lauren forced it as she went in a different direction. She waved even though Lauren was far away.

“Good luck.” Avery muttered to herself. Though she knew Lauren was going to be fine. She was smart and confident, while Avery only had half of that.

Avery knew she over thought things, but she couldn’t help it. This test was going to decide where she could be placed in college. Sure, she could go to an advisor and show them her real grades. Still, it wouldn’t help her when she had to take a test in her college classes. High school was easier in that since on account they weren’t preparing you for your career.

“Excuse me, are you registered yet?” a woman asked Avery.

She was snapped out of her thoughts and realized the lobby was just about empty.

“The tests are going to start in about five minutes.”

Avery swallowed a lump in her throat. “Yes, I’m sorry. I got lost in thought.”

The woman smiled and placed a reassuring hand on Avery’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Between you and me, these kinds of tests are so easy it’s pretty difficult to fail.”

Avery cracked a small smile. She wasn’t sure if that would help her at all, but she appreciated it. She took a deep breath and entered the classroom.

Words: 862

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Short Story Sunday 239: Zap

Short Story: "Zap" | flash fiction | creative writing | writing prompt | blogging | RachelPoli.com

It was a beautiful summer night. The sun had just set but it was still light enough to see and not yet look at the stars. She was sitting on her back deck, lounging in a cushioned chair, her feet propped up on the adjacent chair. Her head was titled back, eyes closed, taking in the summer breeze. This summer had been brutal and the heat was just awful. It was great to sit outside in the evening and naturally cool down.

She heard a zap in the distance and ignored it. Crickets were chirping all around her and even some birds were singing even though they were usually in bed at this time.

Another zap came and she opened one eye. Then there was nothing again. A car drove by her house, its windows down, blasting some heavy metal music. She shifted in her chair trying to get comfortable and relaxed again. The music faded as the car made its distance. She let out a deep sigh and slunk into her chair once more.

Zap.

She opened both her eyes this time. What in the world was that noise? She was trying to have a relaxing night. Her husband had gone to the game with some friends and all the kids were out of the house at their friends’ houses. She hadn’t had a quiet night like this in a long time and she wasn’t to soak it all up.

Zap.

She lifted her head and scanned the area with narrowed eyes. It wasn’t even a loud noise. It was just annoying her. It was a quick zap too, so she knew there was no reason for her to be bothered by it… but she was.

Zap.

She stood up from her chair and looked around. Nothing seemed to be in the yard. The backyard was pretty quiet and dark. She had to squint her eyes to see, but she still couldn’t tell if anything was out there.

Zap.

Groaning, she stepped off the deck and walked through the grass in the backyard. She walked over to the garage, waving her arm trying to set off the motion sensor light. She blinded herself when it turned on because of course she was looking directly at the bulb. It was a stupid move, but she had done it subconsciously.

She rubbed her eyes together turning away from the light. She blinked seeing spots everywhere but she walked away from the light anyway trying to find her way back to the deck.

Zap.

She stopped walking and grunted. She let out an annoyed sigh and decided she wasn’t going to let it bother her anymore. It wasn’t doing anything other than the occasional quick sound. She was making it more annoying than it seemed.

Zap.

Nope. She wasn’t going to let it bother her. She walked back up on the deck. When facing that neighbor’s house she noticed something that wasn’t there the night before. She walked over to the other side of the deck and leaned against the railing trying to get a closer ook. Her eyes were still spotty so she couldn’t tell if she was seeing things or if it was the real deal.

It was a blue light and the moment she heard another zapping sound, it lit up before going dim again.

A bug zapper. Her neighbor got a bug zapper. That was it? That’s what was driving her nuts all this time? She groaned rubbing her head. She didn’t realize how much she needed to relax until something as simple as a bug zapper started driving her crazy.

She sat back down in her chair, scooting down, resting her head against the back again. She propped up her feet once more on the chair. The garage light had shut off and she was able to close her eyes and try to get some rest again.

When all was quiet, she breathed in through her nose taking in the summer breeze again. She smiled to herself. The only thing that would make this night better was if there were cucumbers on her eyes and she had a cold glass of lemonade.

“Mom!”

Her eyes snapped open. How were the kids home already? She had just sat back down to relax!

Her daughter opened the back door. “Oh, there you are. We’re home. We brought a couple of friends, too. Hope you don’t mind.” The door closed and her daughter disappeared.

But she could still hear their voices. Both her daughters, her son, and a couple of other voices. They were all in the kitchen, no doubt raiding the fridge, laughing, being loud and obnoxious.

She groaned pushing herself up and out of her chair. Well, maybe she’ll try again tomorrow night.

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Short Story Sunday 238: Yearn

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Patty opened the front door to her house but didn’t enter. She gazed around the living room. It didn’t seem lively as it usually was. Normally when she came home, he was there to greet her. The house always smelled nice because he had started dinner for her. The living room would have been tidied up, the laundry folded, their bed made. It was weird to come home from work and not have any of that.

Not that she took it for granted, no. She was just used to that living style and she appreciated all the effort he put in. He put in the effort because he loved her and knew how hard she worked. Patty knew how hard he worked too. She had even told him a couple times to just come home from work, sit down, put his feet up, and relax. But he wouldn’t have any of it. He always continued working when he got home. It was a surprise each time, even though she sort of expected it at this point.

Patty entered the house closing the door behind her. There was no sense in remaining in the doorway. The house wasn’t going to clean itself now. Dinner wasn’t going to cook itself. The laundry wasn’t going to fold itself and head back into the closet.

She hung up her coat on the rack beside the front door and sauntered over to the couch. She sat down looking all around. There was a different atmosphere in the house. It was quiet. Eerie, even. Nothing was wrong, things were just different. It wasn’t anything Patty was used to.

She had never noticed it before, but the house was usually bustling with life. Fresh, delicious smells would make its rounds around the house. Soft, romantic music would be playing from the living room. Patty could watch him work in the kitchen from the living room. She didn’t think he knew, but there were so many times she had come home from work and just watched him in admiration.

How did she get so lucky?

How did things change so fast?

She supposed she couldn’t complain. It was a good life while it lasted. It was still a good life. She just needed to get used to the changes.

Patty missed him though. It was the first day without him there and she already didn’t know what to do with herself. She would get used to this, right?

Sure, the place was quiet. The place seemed darker than it usually was. But she could make this work.

Patty got up from the count and walked over to the radio on the shelf in the back. When she clicked it on, it was on the channel he always had it on. Their wedding song was currently playing. Her eyes got a little teary but she smiled.

Was this a sign?

Patty twirled and pretended he was there dancing with her. She suddenly felt a lot better. She could do these things on her own. Maybe she could even do it for him. Not today, but she could have the house smelling nice for him. She could have the laundry done for him. She could blast their wedding song that maybe he’d hear it where ever he was.

She turned on the lights in the living room and looked at the clock. It was still pretty early, but she thought she might go to bed. The first night was going to be difficult, but she felt confident now. It was only going to be hard if she made it hard.

When their wedding song ended, Patty turned off the radio. She gathered her work things and brought them upstairs to her bedroom. She may have to sleep with all the lights on tonight, but she would get used to it. The bed was going to feel cold and empty, but she would get used to it.

After all, he was only on a work trip for four days.

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