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Wishing Ribbon
Grandpappy Mason never did like technology, and the day the package came by drone — it nearly sent him ass over teakettle. You’d think a man like him growing up in the middle of nowhere Appalachia would be used to seeing all sorts of strange birds and creatures, but the second he spotted it, he leapt from his rocker and started swinging at it with his cane like it was a hornet’s nest after him. Even Gamgam thought he was crazy, and she had a little flip phone to call me when I had to take her to Walmart and their doctors’ appointments.
By Lauren Girod3 years ago in Fiction
A Strange Mysterious Package, Indeed!
You’re a thirty-three-year-old woman named Breanne, still living in the home you grew up in. Not in a cute hallmark way. But in a way that says, ‘I went to university, and it took me six years to graduate because I couldn’t decide on a major, and now I make $50k working as a graphic designer and can’t afford to live on my own in the GTA (Greater Toronto Area) or pay back my student loans.’
By Kendra Marya3 years ago in Fiction
Truffles
I am sitting in my cramped apartment office tallying last night’s receipts. Revenues had been on a steady climb when I opened La Petite Café in 2019. It had been voted best new bistro by the Niagara Cuesta Times. And then, COVID. I refuse to be yet one more restauranteur whining about the devastation to the industry as a result of government-imposed indoor dining restrictions and the closing of the border. My café’s impending demise pales in comparison with being seriously ill or losing a loved one. I know because my mother was taken from me in 2020. A Highlander, she had always been the rock, the strong one, but COVID did not care. It snatched her from me in her early sixties. It was little consolation, but she left me a small inheritance. With those dollars and occasional loans from friends, I have eked out an existence these past couple of years. With the mandatory testing and quarantining, this past summer was slower, relying heavily on the locals and Ontario tourists, who fortunately were restless after two years of “house arrest”. Canadians are peripatetic and the café benefitted from their wanderlust. Finally, in October all the border restrictions are lifted and the tourists from Western New York and beyond return, drawn in part by grape harvest festivities. Thanksgiving holiday for Canadians gave an additional boost with Columbus Day (or Indigenous People’s Day) school holidays in the United States provoking family visits to the falls followed by a drive north to Niagara-on-the-Lake. This is where I make my home and business, where the Niagara River dumps its millions of gallons into Lake Ontario.
By Alexander J. Cameron3 years ago in Fiction
Script Love
New Girl On The Block For a week straight, Gary has been out on dates living a life he never thought he could live. His new lady friend, or should I say new girl on the block was wild and wasn't missing a beat with the nightlife. Some will say she was a little too in tune with the nightlife and needed to slow down, but Gary wasn't buying it and even though he was tired and had to get up early to work he didn't want to stop it because of the benefits if you know what I'm saying. Ray was calling Gary and now the shoe was on the other foot where first he was answering Gary's calls and now for like a week straight Gary wasn't answering Ray's calls. Ray didn't like what he was seeing and was a bit confused by not one but 2 mystery ladies appearing out of nowhere and he needed answers. Some would say Ray was jealous because his mystery lady keep appearing but not staying around and Gary have a lady that came out of nowhere and parties every day with him and does adult things that he always dreamed of behind closed doors, the parks at night and even the SUV he heard. She was wild and didn't hold back, but what was her angle? Where did she come from? Why did she choose Gary?
By Wil McMurran3 years ago in Fiction
Script Love
Two Weeks Buried (click click click) sounds from a cellphone camera. Ray has been in his home out of the way from everyone for about 2 Weeks now. With no shower, has fast food bags everywhere, and has body odor issues. See he hasn't showered and friends have been knocking and calling with no avail of Ray. See he's been happy, sad, depressed, confused, and lost, to the point of having unknown feelings. Ever since that mystery woman came into his life, not once, but twice leaving him speechless and wagging his tail like a sad puppy he hasn't been the same. Maybe this is what Ray needed to slow down or to gain a sense of control, because he was what most people would call, out of control.
By Wil McMurran3 years ago in Fiction
Script Love
Day After Rise and shine like always, Ray is up and at it again as he sits at his morning table drinking his mimosa after a crazy ending night. His night usually ends with a girl on his arm and morning Uber calls for her soon as the sun comes up. Yes, he wasn't the gentleman you dreamed about taking home to your parents. He was a single guy that claim he was looking for love, but his actions showed otherwise. So now he's sitting and thinking about this mystery woman he slightly met, but failed miserably as he attempted to spit his game at her. Did Ray get a taste of his own medicine as she gave him the T. O. stiff arm as he was trying to chase her down with his weak words that usually always work on others? Well, all I can say is she has him bothered and gut-turning and mind wondering what's going on with him. Sometimes things or people wake you up and make you smell the coffee. He wasn't buying it at all as he sat there talking to himself. "She thought she was all that, I mean, I'm Ray all the ladies love me, and never have I failed with my words," he said. The phone rings as he is sitting there venting. " Whadupdoe! " Ray said in his childhood slang."
By Wil McMurran3 years ago in Fiction
Script Love
How it started Ray is laying in bed staring up at the ceiling as the sun rays shine through his blinds across the room. He's thinking about the decision he made the night before. Looking at the ceiling and talking to himself not knowing how his life is about to change. Wait, before we get into Ray's changed life, let's go back to how it all started.
By Wil McMurran3 years ago in Fiction
Gambler
The package arrives promptly at 10:00 AM on Tuesday, but you barely react when the drone's tone sounds at the front door. The two cups of Earl Grey on the coffee table have gone cold. One is mostly empty, drunk half-heartedly, but the second is still full, made accidentally by habit. Sitting on the futon couch, with eyes glued to the television, your face has set like concrete into a permanently pained expression. Every wrinkle and every white hair on your body is grieving.
By J. R. Lowe3 years ago in Fiction
