With a hum that sounded like a dying seal, the generator died and the room went black.
“Shit!” Marty blurted. “Where are you, Jack?”
A diabolical chuckle came floating from the dark.
“You better figure out soon, Marty, or you’ll never know.”
Marty heard a shuffling sound and a thump. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, Marty squinted into the darkness. Too late he saw a figure advancing on him.
The crescent roll sat in front of me, steaming, the butter melting down the sides and dripping onto the petite plate.
I sat with my hands in my lap, staring at the butter, thinking about adding some jam to the mess when my door buzzer rang. I sat there for a moment more, hoping whoever it was would go away when the buzzer rang again. Two short bursts of noise and then one long buzz.
“Great.” I thought. “It’s Marvin.”
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Out of the gloom the shadow stole, flashing from one dark
corner to the next. Staying beneath lit windows, the shape
moved silently and swiftly. A sound came from the alley, a
blast, and the figure crouched down. In the gloom, if I had not
known he was there, I would have passed him by.
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OneWord has been having an issue. I have figured out a work around. So, here’s today’s OneWord:
The loss was unbearable. It ripped at my heart and ate at my
soul. How could I go on without her? How could I make myself
get out of bed in the morning knowing my little girl wasn’t
snuggled in her bed down the hallway all warm and sweet
smelling? Knowing I wouldn’t hear her chatter as I made her
breakfast. I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it.
I wanted to flirt with danger. I didn’t care what the consequences were and I didn’t care how the story ended. I was done being careful. I was done worrying about what everyone else thought or didn’t think. I was ready to look death in the face and greet him with open arms and defy him to remove me from this world. Because who would care if he did?
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He was a one-trick-pony. And the trick wasn’t even that good. I snickered to myself as I thought about it. Downing my whiskey, I put my hat on and stood up from the stool. I staggered a bit as I began to walk to the bathroom. Woah. I guess I drank more than I thought I had. The floor was really close all of a sudden.
I had decided. This was it. I had to adopt a weird habit. I was too normal. Too plain. From my plain brown hair to my plain brown eyes. Plain Jane. That’s me. So, I decided to change something else. I’m going to take up a weird habit. Like collecting gerbil figurines or crocheting one sock that has no match.
She was tired. Not just tired, exhausted. She was out of ideas, out of options, and out of wanna-give-a-shit. She sat by the window, the curtains open, sun streaming in her face. Outside, a butterfly bumped into the glass.
Orbiting my table, the waiter seemed to be lurking about, waiting for an opportunity to say or ask something. I sighed, knowing he would eventually ask it or I would ask him if there was something he needed. It happened all the time.
“Waiter.” I said, wanting to get it over with.
The young man smiled hugely and came to my side immediately.
“Yes, Ma’am. Can I get you anything, Ma’am?”
“Camera’s don’t lie, Amelia!” He shouted in my face, flinging spittle on my lip and eyelid. He was furious, inches from my face as he raged on and on about the photo he flung around in the air like a butterfly on a string, fluttering about.
Eileen Maki 