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Guilty or Innocent Part – 15

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStoryover at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Thumb”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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mage by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

While Jane waited for Emma to arrive at the coffee shop, she had a feeling that Emma would shed some light on this dilemma but couldn’t quite put her thumb on what exactly it would be.

Emma arrived, said hi to Jane, sat down, and ordered a tea.

Jane started the conversation getting right to the point, no need to pussyfoot around. “Do you have any idea why Principal Taylor is beating around the bush and needs to have your permission to discuss anything further with us?”

“Jane, I’ll be quite honest with you, over the last few years, Sam has been having behavioral problems and has just started therapy so that is the reason Mr. Taylor feels he needs permission from us to talk to you. I’m pretty sure it was Sam that planted the baggie of leaves in Pete’s locker, but he refuses to take responsibility for it.”

Continue on? I’ll let your guys decide.

 

 

Guilty or Innocent – Part 14

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Iron”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

Once in the car Jane said, “I’m going to call Emma tonight and see what she has to say about all of this.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea dear, maybe we should hold off until Taylor speaks to them again.”

“No, I have an iron in the fire, and you know once I have a plan in mind, I’m going follow it through.”

After dinner was over Jane proceeded to call Emma and decided she’d ask her to meet for coffee the following day. Emma was a little hesitant but, in the end, agreed to meet with Jane. Hopefully, between the two of them, they just might get things resolved on their own.

To be continued …

Terrified – Flash Fiction

The following was written for this week’s Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story deep waters. It can be literal or metaphorical. Think of a place and person and situation. Explore. Bathe. Renew. Go where the prompt leads!

June 11 Flash Fiction

The waves that day were perfect for bodysurfing.

I headed into deeper water where the waves were forming so I could ride one back into shore. What I didn’t realize was that the undertow was quite strong and just as the wave was breaking, down under the water I went. The undertow literally dragged me across the bottom of the sea, my body feeling the gritty sand scratching and stinging my skin. I could feel the weight of the sand filling my suit. Finally surfacing disoriented, opening my eyes I saw I was at the shoreline, and stood up.

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Guilty or Innocent – Part 13

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Therapy”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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“I’m not at liberty to say.”

Pete’s dad’s blood was starting to boil, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“In order for me to answer you, I will have to get the Wilkinson’s permission first.”

“Oh my God this is turning into a three-ring circus and I’m getting sick of this. If we do not get answers soon, you will need therapy!”

Taylor looked a little piqued and took this as a threat.

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“Now, now, let’s not, let’s not, be like that, we can surely rectify this matter, it’s just going to take a little more time is all. No one is going to need therapy. How about everyone go home, for now, I’ll talk again to the Wilkinson’s, and hopefully, we can get this all sorted out. I’ll have my secretary call you and we can set up another appointment and talk.”

“The sooner the better.” Pete’s dad said and headed towards the door.

As the Patterson’s were leaving Jane decided she’d call Emma Wilkinson and see if she could find anything out.

To be continued …

 

Guilty or Innocent – Part 12

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Passion”.
My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

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Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

 

Mr. Taylor sat there with an incredulous look not answering Jane.

“Where would my son even get such leaves, they sure don’t grow around here,” chimed in Pete’s dad who was from the southern part of the USA.

“Sam was in Texas visiting his grandparents during spring break with his parents and could have easily brought the leaves back,” said Jane.

“Hmm, I see, said Mr. Taylor as he tapped the notepad in front of him with his pen. I do not want to bother the Wilkinson’s about this matter again but …”

“But what!” Pete’s dad said with no passion whatsoever.

 

To be continued …

Snowy Summer’s Day – Flash Fiction

The following flash fiction was written for this week’s challenge over atCarrot Ranch.

In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using two words that contradict. Examples include champagne and hard-rock; rosemary and sewage; duck down and firecrackers; sleep and square-dancing. Use one of these or make up your own. Go where the prompt leads!

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Image by Carolyn Skipper from Pixabay 

It was June, Meg and Ian had just moved into their first home. Ian was outside exploring when the wind picked up. “Meg come outside; you have to see this.”

Meg was in the kitchen busily unpacking boxes and welcomed the break.

Walking out into the yard Meg saw exactly why Ian had called her out. On the ground laid hundreds of tiny white flowers carpeting the pathway to the side yard. Just as Meg was about to say something hundreds more floated down from above.

“Oh, Ian how beautiful, it looks like we have a few Dogwood trees.”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Guilty or Innocent – Part 11

The following was written for a challenge called #SixSentenceStory over at Denise’s. This week’s prompt word is “Right”.

My story is ongoing and I began writing it on March 18th. It is about a boy by the name of Pete Patterson. During a random locker check a bag of pot was found in Pete’s locker. If you’d like to read this from the beginning, it starts here.

 

Image by elizabethaferry from Pixabay

 

“Right! Of course, he had no idea what you were talking about, what little hoodlum is going to admit to something like this, Pete’s dad said, feeling his blood pressure rise. Can we just get to the results of the test you had done?”

You’ll be happy to know that the plant in question was not marijuana, it is Texas Star Hibiscus, which looks quite similar to pot. Taylor continued on saying, now Pete, what were you planning on doing with this bag of Texas Star Hibiscus?”

Jane then stood up, Oh my God, you have to be kidding, you actually think that this still belongs to my son!”

 

To be continued …

Scared to Death – Flash Fiction

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Image by kalhh from Pixabay 

 

Lounging by the pool Kate looked up towards her window and was panic-stricken. A billow of black smoke was erupting. Then it hit her, she had left candles burning. “Oh my God”, she yelled. A neighbor grabbed Kate from running towards the fire.

“My mother is going to kill me, what am I going to do?” Petrified, Kate started to hyperventilate.

“Try to calm down, Kate,” her neighbor said while taking Kate to her place.

After a few shots of whiskey and a cold shower, Kate was still scared to death and kept saying, “She’s going to kill me!”

© Susan Zutautas 2020

Written for May 14th Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

Human or Alien

The following was written in response to Sandman’s Writing Challenge.

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Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay 

Iain Bates has been murdered. Again.

“Tell me, Joe, why won’t this guy die?”

“I have a thought,” said Anna.

“Ya, and what’s that?”

“Maybe the guy isn’t human, maybe he’s an alien or something.”

“I suppose that’s possible, hell at this point anything is possible.”

“So how do you propose we get this guy? I mean if he won’t die, why not capture him in say … a cage?”

“You know Anna, that might just work. Then we can try to question him to see where he’s from and so on.”

Anna stood up from the meeting and said, “Okay boys let’s go and capture this man before he does any more harm.”

Diving Board – Flash Fiction

The following flash fiction was written for a challenge over at Carrot Ranch.
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features longboards. They can be used in any way you imagine, including a name for sporting equipment. How are they used and who is using them? Go where the prompt leads!

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Image by Guy Dugas from Pixabay

Joe had butterflies in his stomach long before his alarm clock went off. Today he’d be diving in a state competition. Scouts from well-known universities would be there and Joe was hoping for a scholarship.

Climbing the high dive ladder a wave of total confidence came over him.

The first dive was a backward dive. He sprung on the board once then twice, then it snapped startling him, but he carried through like a pro leaving the snapped board behind.  Three scores from the judges were all 9.5. Joe and his team were ecstatic!

Joe was offered a scholarship.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2020