Thursday, April 21, 2011

Thieves

“The human body is capable of taking a lot more than the mind will let it attempt.”


Monday, April 18, 2011

All the World's a Stage

Inspired by an idea I've had bouncing around in my head for probably two years now.  Finally written out for class, then revised (this is the revised version) to be presented as my final in my Intro to Fiction class on Wednesday (esh).  I'm also thinking of submitting it to a contest, if I find the time to edit again, print it, and send it off in between all the send of semester nonsense.  Enjoy it ;]


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All the World’s a Stage

Juliet sat up on the prop couch and pulled her shirt on over her head.  She tugged the hem down and smoothed her hair, looking around for signs of life.  She was almost sure they were alone – it was way past quitting time, after all – but the silent theater could be filled with peeping toms and eavesdropping gossips, for all she knew.  It didn’t help that she was jittery, after spending part of the evening pinned to sagging cushions by one of the best known Broadway-turned-film stars in America.

In the flickering glow of the ghost light, the stage looked shadowed and forbidding.  “This shouldn’t have happened,” she said, leaning over and groping on the floor for her jeans and socks.  She wouldn’t look at Cal.



Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sense & Sensibility

Laura glanced around the visiting area and pulled the nail file with the pink and white paisley pattern from her purse.  She discreetly slid it across the metal table towards her incarcerated boyfriend, Jack.  He was doing one to five at the state penitentiary for armed robbery – but not for much longer, if she had any say in the matter.

Jack picked up the file, studied it, and raised an eyebrow at his girl.  “What the hell is this?”

“Nail file.”  She popped her gum and wiggled her eyebrows.  You know.”

“So I can be someone’s bitch with great nails?  Really complete the whole package?” Jack laughed, cruel rather than humorous.  “Great, Laur, just great.  Thanks.  It’s really the gift that keeps on giving.”

“Naw, not for your nails.”  She leaned in close, gnawing the fruity gum so Jack could be nauseated by both the sight and smell of it, and said in a stage whisper, “To escape.  Saw the bars, right?”  She grinned.  You know.”

Jack looked from the flimsy cardboard nail file back to Laura.  His girlfriend had seen one too many old prison movies since he’d gone into the clink.  Jack suddenly realized that without the privilege of conjugal visits, Laura just wasn’t worth his time anymore.

“I think it’s time we started seeing other people.”  Jack flipped the nail file carelessly back at Laura as he rose from his seat, hitting her square in the nose.  He ignored her squealing and called for a guard to take him back to his cell.


(Flash fiction for no particular reason - clocks in at 256 words.)