Short Story Sunday 210: Moon

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

            “How far away do you think the moon is?” Judy asked. She opened her bedroom window and propped her elbows on the window sill. She held her head in her hands as she gazed out the large, bright white full moon.

Helen, her best friend, was lying down on Judy’s full-sized bed. She was going through all the DVDs that Judy had pulled out for their sleepover and she was trying to decide what they should watch first.

“How am I supposed to know? I don’t pay attention in Earth Science class.” She replied.

“Do you think it’s the same distance that Paul and I are?” Judy asked still staring lovingly up at the moon.

“What are you talking about?” Helen grunted. She looked away from the movies and stared at the back of her friend’s head. “Will you just get over here and help me pick out what to watch.”

“Paul went away to visit colleges this weekend. I told you that, right?” Judy said looking away from the moon to Helen.

“Uh-huh,”

“So, I’m wondering if he’s thinking about me the same as I’m thinking about him.” Judy smiled.

“And what does that have to do with the moon?” Helen raised an eyebrow.

“He could be staring at the moon too. We could be doing the same thing thinking about each other.” Judy stood up from her window seat and staggered over to her bed. She sat down and leaned over towards Helen. “Isn’t Paul just the best?”

Helen rolled her eyes. She picked up one of the movies and tossed it at Judy. “Romantic comedy it is, then…” she stood up and headed for the door. “I’ll go make the popcorn.”

Judy hugged the movie to her chest for a moment. Then she got up to put the movie into the DVD player. When the main menu showed up, Judy smiled at the TV. She absolutely loved this movie and it reminded her a lot of Paul.

When Helen came back into the room with a bowl full of a popcorn and a couple of sodas, Judy leaned over and gave her a hug.

“What are you doing now…?” Helen sighed.

“I wanted to thank you for setting Paul and me up together.” Judy said.

Helen smirked. “It wasn’t my idea. Tim wanted to.”

“Tim’s a great guy, too.” Judy said.

“Well, he’s mine. You have Paul now.” Helen said defensively. She tossed a piece of popcorn into her mouth.

“I just appreciate it. I know I’m annoying and I keep talking about him. But you are still my best friend and I love you.” Judy explained.

“I loved you first.” Helen replied throwing a few more pieces of popcorn into her mouth.

“I know. And Paul and Tim won’t ever forget that. We loved each other first.” Judy hit the play button on the DVD player’s remote. Then she leaned back and took some popcorn from the bowl on Helen’s lap.

Helen chuckled. “Let’s watch this movie and laugh at everything Tim and Paul fail at.”

“Okay!” Judy beamed.

The two of them spent the rest of the night watching romantic comedies cooing over the fictional boyfriends on TV. Every once in a while, Judy would glance over and look at the moon. She still couldn’t wait to see Paul when he got home in a few days.

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Short Story Sunday 209: Little

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

            Alan wasn’t sure what to do with it when he first saw it. While he was work, his wife had texted him what he would name a gray tabby cat. Alan had responded that he wouldn’t name the cat anything because it wasn’t his. He didn’t hear from his wife for the rest of the day after that.

Naturally, when Alan was on his way home from work, he a little skeptical and a little nervous about what he was going to go home to. He was hoping that he would make it home and no one else would be there except his wife and maybe some dinner on the table.

So, when he walked through the front door of his house and a small kitten lay at his feet, he had no idea what to do.

Alan craned his neck to look at the small creature. The kitten sat nicely in front of his foot, the animal was probably the same size as Alan’s shoe, if not smaller.

Then the kitten squeaked.

“What in the world was that…?” Alan muttered. Cats were supposed to meow, not squeak.

“Oh, good! You’ve met!”

Alan looked up and noticed his wife poking her head into the living room from the kitchen.

“Hailey, what is this?” Alan asked pointing to the kitten. It squeaked again and Alan looked down at it embarrassed for the poor thing.

“He’s our new addition to the family” Hailey replied. She walked away back into the kitchen.

Alan opened his mouth to reply, but he didn’t want to shout. So he stepped over the cat and as if on cue, he started following Alan. He groaned and picked up the kitten holding him in front of his face.

“If I accidentally step on you, you will get crushed and Hailey will certainly divorce me.”

The kitten squeaked one more time and Alan rolled his eyes. He made it into the kitchen with the cat into his arms. Before he could say anything, Hailey cooed at the two of them.

“Oh, you’re bonding! That’s so nice!”

“No,” Alan said putting the cat back down on the ground, “we are no bonding. Hailey, why did you get a cat? And without talking to me about it first, no less,”

“I knew you’d say no.”

Alan pinched the bridge of his nose. This was why his kids had been so difficult growing up. They took after their mother.

“Now that the kids are all grown up and out of the house and you’re working all day, the house was a little quiet and a little lonely.” Hailey continued. “I thought about getting a dog, but I knew you would make it take it back. I figured a kitten was a good starting point.”

“Starting point…?”

“Yes, once we get used to the kitten then we can get another one. Or maybe a dog. We’ll see how their personalities are.” Hailey explained.

Alan groaned. He sat down at the kitchen table shaking his head. “We can’t have a cat, Hailey…”

“Yes we can, and we do.” She said stiffly. She hadn’t once looked at him. She continued making dinner. It was almost as though she had been preparing for this moment all day. “Besides, I did tell you.”

“You asked what we should name it… That’s not exactly talking to me about whether we should get a cat or not.”

The kitten, sitting right beside Alan’s shoe, squeaked again.

“See?” Alan pointed to it. “You didn’t even get a real cat. I think it’s broken.”

“Oh, Alan,” Hailey scoffed. Now she turned around and glared at him. “Chester’s just a kitten!”

Alan leaned forward. “Chester…?”

“Well, I tried to give you the option of naming him and you wanted no part of it.”

Alan looked down at the cat. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before the kitten squeaked again.

“I’d name him Smokey.” He said.

“That’s a bear, dear.” Hailey replied.

Alan narrowed his eyes at his wife behind her back. He stood up and sighed. “Okay, I’ll be upstairs… “

“Dinner’s in five!” Hailey shouted after him.

Alan walked back into the living room and climbed the stairs not realizing Chester was right behind him. When he made it to the top of the stairs, Alan heard the kitten mewing and squeaking. He turned around and noticed Chester attempting to get up the first step, but he was too small.

Alan sighed. He walked back down the stairs. He scooped Chester up in his arms and walked him up the stairs.

“Just don’t let Hailey know I think you’re cute…”

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Short Story Sunday 208: Kickstart

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

            Becky stared at her computer screen in anticipation. She had logged onto a brand new online computer game and was waiting for her friend to finish making his account and log on.

She had heard of this game through the grapevine known as the Internet. She read articles and updates on the project’s progress and release date. She thought that it was such a great idea that she even donated to the kick starter to get the game up and running with hopes that it would take off and be a big hit. Good indie games were hard to come by.

After another moment or two of waiting, a notification popped up on Becky’s computer screen. She leaned forward in her chair to read what it said. Howard321 wanted to be friends with her. She snorted a laugh. Howard was never able to come up with a good username for himself.

She accepted the friend request and, since he was online, a chat messaging system popped up on the right side of the screen. Becky said hello to him and Howard responded immediately. He was enthusiastic to get started on the game and so was Becky.

They each had to make a character first.

Becky went into the character creation mode, the chat remaining on the right hand side of the screen. She was pleased that she was still able to talk to Howard through the whole gaming process instead of just certain points in the game.

She had decided to make her character a knight. She felt as though there could never be enough female knights around. Howard, on the other hand, decided to make himself a red mage. He absolutely loved fire and couldn’t wait to see what kind of magical spells a red mage would be able to have in this brand new game.

It took them a little over an hour, but both Becky and Howard had finally perfected their own characters as best as they could. They figured that it was about time they start playing the actual game.

When Becky hit the “play” button, her knight spawned in the middle of a small village in plain clothes, the clothes that she had picked out for her to wear. Becky had said that her character wanted to aspire to be a knight, but she had to work her way up to that rank. Becky would have to help the other villagers, go on small journeys here and there, and complete side quests in order for the king to recognize her.

It was the same for Howard, except his character was going to have to work on different things in order to become a mage, let alone a red mage.

Still, they were able to travel together as they worked on different things. In the end, when they both reached their ranks and worked for the king in the castle, they would be able to form a team and go on adventures together. That would be where the real fun begins.

Becky and Howard wandered around the village and explored some of the outside world together. Their characters died a lot, but in real life they had a lot of laughs and had fun with the game. They couldn’t wait to go on real adventures once they were appointed to knight and red mage.

Before Becky knew it, her mother was calling her down for dinner. She didn’t want to stop playing, but dinner meant that she and Howard had been playing the game for about seven hours.

And she still had homework to do.

Words: 599

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Short Story Sunday 207: Joke

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

            “It was supposed to be funny.” Monica said dully. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes turning the other way folding her arms across her chest. It was a bit too much of an I-don’t-care gesture, in Blake’s opinion.

Blake closed his eyes and tried to think. He was exasperated and he certainly didn’t think his night would end up like this. How was he supposed to deal with a situation like this?

Maybe, just maybe, if he counted to ten, he’d open his eyes and both Monica and her sister Carmen would be gone. He’s be back home and he wouldn’t want to yell at his mother for forcing him into babysitting his cousins.

One, two, three…

“What are you doing?” Monica asked.

Blake opened his eyes. He gasped recoiling backwards as Monica’s face was directly in his as though she was leaning for a kiss.

He groaned. “I was thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“About what to do.”

“What to do about what?”

“About the fact that you smeared gum in your sister’s hair!”

Monica giggled.

Blake rubbed his temples. Poor little Carmen was sitting so nicely on the couch watching her older sister and cousin talk back and forth to one another. Carmen was only two so she didn’t have a lot of hair, but it was enough that Blake wasn’t able to get the gum out without damaging her mane. The chewing gum was all over her head so he wasn’t even able to give her a small haircut without anyone noticing.

Then Blake paused. He turned his attention to the four-year-old with narrowed eyes. “Monica,” he said darkly, “where did you even get the gum?”

Monica froze and she didn’t say anything.

“You went into my bag, didn’t you?”

Monica remained frozen, but this time her eyes grew wide and they shifted side to side.

Blake grunted. What a little snot.

“Okay, okay. We can fix this.” Blake sighed. He took a couple of deep breaths. Then he looked up at the clock. His aunt and uncle said they would be home around 11, but the kids had to be in bed by seven. It was now around five-thirty, which meant that Blake had an hour and hour, if not less, to figure things out. Worse came to worst, he would have the kids go to bed later. No one would know, right?

Blake ran over to his bag and fished out his cell phone.

“Now what are you doing?” Monica asked.

“I’m going to look up how to get gum out of someone’s hair on the Internet.” He replied.

Monica watched him intently. Blake typed away on his phone reading various articles and answers while occasionally looking up to make sure Carmen was still seated where she was and to make sure that Monica wasn’t getting into any more trouble.

“Peanut butter. Okay, that’s fine. They have peanut butter.” Blake muttered to himself. He put his phone in his pocket and made his way over to Carmen. He picked her up and glanced over his shoulder at Monica and said, “Come into the kitchen with us.”

Without waiting for her to respond, Blake kept walking. Once he made it into the kitchen, he put Carmen in her high chair. Monica was right behind him climbing on one of the kitchen chairs. She watched Blake in silence in awe at what he was doing.

Blake reached into one of the taller cabinets and found the jar of peanut butter. He put it on the table and unscrewed the lid. It smelled good and he loved peanut butter just as much as the next person, but he never imagined that he was going to have to stick his hands in a jar and smear it all over someone’s hair… on top of already-chewed gum, no less.

He stuck his tongue disgustedly and grabbed a handful of peanut butter. Then he proceeded to rub it all over Carmen’s head as though it were shampoo.

When Blake was finished, he took a step back with peanut butter covered hands and smiled. “Great. Now we just let it sit for a couple of minutes and the gum should slide off. Then I’ll give you a bath.”

He turned away to wash his hands in the sink when he heard Monica giggle. He looked over at her and she smiled brightly at him. She too was covered in peanut butter, but not just her hair. No, she had covered her whole body.

“Look at me!” she beamed.

Blake remained frozen with his oily hands underneath the faucet of warm running water. He stared at Monica not knowing what else he could possibly say to her. All he knew was that he was going to have to give both of them a bath now.

And he was never going to babysit the two of them ever again.

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Short Story Sunday 206: You’re Late

Short Story: "You're Late." | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

            “You’re late.” Aubrey sighed.

Leo poked his head around the corner to look at the grandfather clock in his living room. Sure enough, he was about fifteen minutes late. He closed his eyes, frustrated with himself. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to meet Aubrey.

“I’m in the car now. Traffic,” he chuckled with a shrug of his shoulder. However, he knew that his sister probably wasn’t going to buy that one.

He heard Aubrey scoff on the other end of the phone. “I called your landline, you dope. I know you’re still home.”

Leo rolled his eyes. How could he have been so stupid?

“Is… something the matter?”

Leo narrowed his eyes upon hearing another female voice. It was a voice much higher than his sister’s and he didn’t recognize who it was.

“No, no. Don’t worry about that.” Aubrey said.

“Who’s there? What are you doing?” Leo asked.

“You would know if you were on time!” Aubrey snapped.

“Wait…” Leo grunted. “Are you trying to set me up on another blind date?”

“…Can you just get down here, please?”

“Aubrey!”

Aubrey sighed. “Fine. Yes. I am. I am trying to set you up on another blind date. Is it so wrong that a sister wants her brother to be happy and be in a fun, healthy relationship?”

“You didn’t tell him that he was meeting me?” the mysterious voice spoke up again.

“No, she didn’t!” Leo shouted through the phone.

“Shush, Leo.” Aubrey replied.

“Aubrey, I don’t need your help finding a date.” Leo said exasperated.

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind.” Aubrey replied.

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Listen,” Aubrey spoke up again, “if you don’t get down here then I’m going to bring Ryanne to your house and you two can meet there.”

“Is that such a good idea…?” the other voice, who Leo assumed was Ryanne, spoke up.

“Yes, it’s perfect.” Aubrey replied to her.

Leo rolled his eyes. “How do you even know this Ryanne chick?”

“I work with her.” Aubrey answered.

Leo sighed. “If I meet her, will you promise to stop finding me potential girlfriends?”

“Of course,” Aubrey replied matter-of-factly. “I mean, you two are going to get married and live happily ever after, so why would I have to find you another girl?”

Leo smiled. “Thank–” then he paused. “Wait, what?”

“I’m giving you five more minutes and then we’re going to your house! Okay, bye!” Aubrey said quickly and then the phone line went dead.

Leo hung up his phone with a grunt. He went back into his living room and looked at the clock. He sighed. There was no point in going out. If Aubrey had any say, which is sounded as though she did, she was probably already on her way to the house anyway. So, there was no point in Leo trying to get ready to leave.

He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. There was nothing else for him to do except wait for his nosy sister and potential future wife to arrive.

Words: 515

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