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The Renovation Part 2 – Six Sentence Story

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Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Part 1 can be read here.

After realizing that I really could do this reno by myself I decided that I also wanted to put a bathroom in on the main floor.

For this, I would need to draw up some plans. I knew exactly where the new bathroom, a powder room to be precise, would go.

Getting out my trusty tape measure I wrote down all the dimensions and later I’d draw them to scale on a graph pad.

Asking my brother in law the plumber to give me a quote and timeframe would be beneficial. I’d mention to him that a little family discount is always appreciated.

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Six Sentence Story.  The prompt word this week is scale. 

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The Renovation – Six Sentence Story

 

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Image by Peter H from Pixabay

I have all the tools I need;  hammers, tape, screwdrivers, pliers, snips, and determination.

He said I wouldn’t be able to do it.

I refuse to let anyone tell me what I can and cannot do, besides, I’ve always been mechanically inclined, and anyway how hard can it be.

First things first, I’ll start by ordering a waste bin, then clean up, and throw out everything that I won’t need for the renovation.

A trip to HomeDepot will be the next step to pick up materials, glass, and paint.

If I do happen to run into any problems I can always call for help.

 

This was written for Six Sentence Story. Prompt word: REFUSE.

Part two of this story can be found here. 

 

 

 

The Old Post Office

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This once busy post office now stood deserted and the building was for sale. I recall when mother worked here, said it was her favorite job other than taking care of dad and me. Truth be known it was her only job but that job put a roof over our heads and food on the table. Dad, was a good provider until he took sick and mother had to be the breadwinner.

I stood back and pondered the idea of buying the place and opening up a book store. If it were mine I would keep the structure the same and keep as much of the interior as possible. A little elbow grease, some sanding, and painting would spruce the place up immensely.  The floors were solid oak and could easily be refinished. The pigeon holes where the mail once went would be perfect to hold books. The windows were old and part of the history of the building so they would stay.

That was it, I was sold on the place and would head to the bank first thing Monday morning to arrange for a business loan.

 

This was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #32.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Stairs

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Sarah and Mary had gone into the woods one day to find the perfect place where they could sit, sketch or paint the surrounding scenery.

As they were walking they came to a clearing spotting a small set of stairs. They both got a puzzled look on their faces and began questioning why was a set of stairs here. They went up a knoll and at the top, there was nothing except a continuation of the woods, or so it appeared. The light in the clearing was quite bright.

Could this possibly be the “Stairway to Heaven”?

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Post #40.

 

 

 

 

The Wave Goodbye

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Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

 

Sally at 14 was in love for the first time in her life and her father was moving them to California in a few days even though she’d made it quite clear that she wanted to stay here and live with her grandmother.

Most girls her age would have been ecstatic to move to California, but Sally’s heart was breaking thinking she would only see Charlie one more time before they left on their 3-thousand-mile journey across the country.

Most of the things they had would have to be left behind as they could only take so much in the station wagon.

The night before they were to leave Charlie had come over for dinner and brought Sally a beautiful sterling silver charm bracelet which made Sally cry.

Outside there was a blizzard going on, but Charlie had to catch the last bus home, so he and Sally made their way through the snow stopping frequently for a hug and a kiss.

Saying their goodbyes through many tears was not easy for either of them and Sally stood after a wave at the bus thinking life is so unfair.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This six sentence story was written for a challenge over at GirlieOnTheEdgeThe prompt word this week: WAVE

 

 

Down at the Plant

Every person at the plant was wondering what the upcoming meeting was going to be about.

Some suspected a big layoff as the work that was coming in was sparse and the fact that all overtime had been suspended for the last month had them worried.

The managers and supervisors were all in the dark too and were being asked by several people what was going on and all they’d say was everyone would find out at the meeting after lunch.

Gathered all together anticipating the worst the employees sat in silence waiting for the CEO to begin.

“Hello everyone, I know you’re all wondering why I called this meeting today and for what purpose.”

“First, off next month we’re getting in a big contract to process and we’ll be needing all hands on deck and I want you all to be prepared for overtime hours and if you had vacation time booked, it is now canceled.”

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This short story was written for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s. The prompt word for this week is PROCESS.

 

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Bridge or Fence

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“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.

“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”

 

There was a bridge, across the road

From here I could see there were toads

We crossed the road and to our surprise

The bridge was covered in big black fly’s

Then it hit us like a ton of bricks

The smell was bad and it was thick

So we left the bridge alone

Decided to run, all the way home

 

“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.

“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking Care of Family

This short story is for Six Sentence Story over at Denise’s.

The word prompt is EXTENSION. 

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Image by Frank Winkler from Pixabay 

We’d packed up all her things loaded them onto a truck and headed for the Canadian border.

Being a snowbird for mother was now over as she was getting too old to be in Florida by herself and needed us to take care of her.

Luckily, we were able to renovate and add living quarters onto our house for her as there was no way we’d put her in a retirement or nursing home.

“It’s sure taking a long time to get there, can’t you drive a bit faster, you’ve got to be going under the speed limit,” mom said with a slight hint of sarcasm on the third day of the journey.”

“Here we are, this is our exit mom, we’ll be home in a few minutes.”

When we reached the driveway mom immediately noticed the extension on the side of the house and said, “Oh my, you’ve outdone yourselves this time, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Kitty’s Dilemma

Kitty cat, her dad, and Tomcat reach an agreement about marriage.

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Flying With The Goose

This post was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16.

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Flying higher and higher into the clouds we’d go

Feeling as free as a bird, a goose, not a crow

We’d meet at midnight on the rooftop

I’d climb on her back and we wouldn’t stop

All night long we’d swoop, climb and soar

History in the making for folklore

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019