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“Oh, Ian this house is perfect, don’t you think?” Meg asked
“Well it will need a lot of work to get it ship-shape but there’s so much character here. I can only imagine all the memories that the walls hold.”
“The stable has four stalls so we could get a few horses if we want, further down the road.”
“For sure Meg, but first we have to put an offer on this place.”
“I say let’s do it.”
Meg and Ian put a fair offer in on the homestead and then waited to hear back from their real-estate gal.
The couple was ecstatic as the sellers accepted their first offer right away and they could move in, in a few months. This was going to be perfect for the couple as they were to be married in one month.
Life was wonderful.
©Susan Zutautas 2019
This flash fiction was written in response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #28.
When I was a puppy, we’d play every day
Now that I’ve grown older, lie down is what you say
I’d still love to fetch a ball even though I’m ten
A few years ago, I was your best friend
I hope I’m not too old for you, and you get a younger pup
Get rid of me because I’m old and you think I’m fed-up
Dogs do grow older every day
Please oh please don’t send me away
I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play
Let’s go outside and have some fun today
©Susan Zutautas 2019
This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.
Why was he always yelling at her? Mary, a gentle-spoken woman knew the neighbors could hear his stentorian bark as they’d called the police more than once since they moved here from across the country a year ago.
Joe thought Mary was easily influenced and his mission was to get complete control over her. What Joe didn’t realize was that Mary had plans of her own and they didn’t include Joe.
Joe’s behavior was fine before they married six months ago and soon after he turned into someone Mary didn’t know. He was like a Jekale and Hyde. She wished she’d listened to her father after the first time he’d met Joe. He had taken her aside and in a very low, soft voice said I don’t like this guy. There’s something about him that’s not quite right, but I can’t put my finger on it just yet.
Each day it got worse. It started out at first with Joe yelling at Mary for the most nonsensical little things. Then after a few weeks, he tried to control her every move. When she was out of the house, he demanded that she call him every thirty minutes. Lately, he would put her down and try to make her feel stupid, incompetent, insignificant, and pretty much unloved. Mary wouldn’t be broken down; she was too strong-willed.
Finally, the last straw was when Joe raised his hand with his fist clenched threating to hit her for not having his dinner ready when he arrived home early. Enough was enough and Mary was not going to live like this for any longer.
Week after week Mary would stash away as much money as she could until she had enough for a taxi and a plane home. She broke free.
This story is totally fictional. I only wish that more people would and could stand up for themselves like Mary and get out of bad situations.
©Susan Zutautas 2019
This short story was written for Opposites Attract Challenge over at The Haunted Wordsmith.
In the grand scheme of things when Bob looked back at his life, he felt it was quite unimpressive.
When it came to joining up to one of the armed forces it terrified him to even fathom signing up. His father who’d been a navy seal was very disappointed and looked at him unheroically.
After graduating from high school, he went to work in an office in an unimposing position. Each year that passed he vowed he would go back to school and get a teaching degree. That never happened and Bob humbly stayed in that job until the day he retired.
Once he tried to date a woman that he worked with. It took him all the courage he could muster up to ask her out. Sadly, she turned him down as she found Bob unimpressive. Bob had never married or had a companion.
Until his dying day, Bob was a very lonely man.
The sad truth about this entire post is that this happens to so many people.
This was written for an Opposites Attract Challenge over at The Haunted Wordsmith.
It’s flash fiction time again over at Carrot Ranch. In 99 words (no more, no less) write a short story using the phrase “Beggars Can’t Be Choosers” To see more about this challenge head on over to the ranch. Hope to see you there.
What’s for dinner Mom?
You won’t like my answer, but we are having roasted chicken, broccoli, rice, and a Caesar salad.
Oh great, chicken again. I hate chicken and you know that.
Chicken is what’s on sale this week, and you know that we don’t have a lot of money right now. It’s funny how you will eat Popeye’s chicken and Wild Wing but you give me a hard time every time I make it.
I don’t know why; I just don’t like homemade chicken. Never have.
You know what I always tell you, dear, beggars can’t be choosers.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
Man, it’s been a long day. Just need to get off my feet for a while they’re killing me.
What do you think of my new hat? Goes well with the new hair colour, wouldn’t you say.
Not sure what happened to these two behind me. Thinking maybe they went in for a little cosmetic surgery. Hope their heads come back soon. It gets lonely around here when the lights go out and everyone has gone home for the night.
Guess I’ll just have to sing the night away …… All by myself, don’t wanna be all by myself … anymore.
This is written for 100 Word Wednesday over at Bikurgurl’s.
It was late on a Friday evening the eve of my husband’s birthday and I had not made his cake yet.
I had all the ingredients lined up in a row on the counter. Pans were greased and floured, and the oven was pre-heating.
Quickly I mixed all the needed ingredients together, poured them into two pans, and popped them in the oven. I would frost the cake first thing in the morning.
The kids had all come over for the birthday celebration and we were just about to dive into the cake.
Taking my first bite I thought the taste was a little off and a bit salty. Everyone put their forks down and looked at me for an answer. I didn’t know quite what to say.
Hubby speaks up and says, “Uh oh, guess this is a little late but for April Fools Day I switched up the sugar with salt. Thought it would be funny, but it looks like it backfired on me”.
“Oh great, I replied, I thought it was sugar not salt”.
This was written for Story Starter Challenge.
Prompt: I thought it was sugar.