The Oddities in Life

If you look up odd things on a google search, you will find a plethora of some very strange things and some things that are quite ordinary.  I was looking to see if I could find a picture of something odd in order to write a fictional story using that as my prompt.  Instead, of finding what I was looking for, I found crazy things to write about.  Take this picture for example.  How could I even begin to explain this?

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Why would you do this?  If you were hiding from something or someone, I hate to tell you that your bright orange sack of clothing is hanging out the end of the booth.  It just isn’t working for me.  And what is that orange outfit thing?

Here’s another great one.  Great odd jobs.  This is definitely one I would steer clear of.  Why would anyone put themselves into the position of sniffing someone’s armpits? That’s just disgusting.  I  suppose they are  smelling for pheromones or some such silliness, but how gross to have a job of sniffing sweaty pits!!

Then we come to this little odd gem.  Oh yes, I’m certain that some strange individual would love to have a table like this in their boudoir.  I, for one, am not one of them.  I mean, seriously, a table with feet, and socks?  The socks don’t even match.  Well, they sort of match, but really, a table with feet?  Especially not to put my fruit on.  I think the part that makes this table stand out to me in such a yucky way is the fact that it has “legs”.  And only one sock is mismatched.  I mean, if you’re going to make that much of an effort, match the damn socks, people.  That just seems weird to me, but I’m a little odd myself.  

Then we come to the not so very odd pictures found on the odd picture search.  Seriously can’t imagine what they are thinking when they can actually put something as mundane as this next one in the same category as “odd” seeing some of the other finalists.  I haven’t even shown you some of the more risque ones, as I like keeping this blog at least PG in rating.  This is simply an odd apple among the rest.  Poor little apple.  I could help.  I’d eat it and then it wouldn’t be the odd man out anymore.   Problem solved.  Too brutal?  I think not.

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I know you are all pondering what has gotten into me that I would post such ODD nonsense.  Well, I was in the mood to write a really good fictional story and I couldn’t find a picture.  If you find a picture and want me to write a story around it, I would love to.  Or if you have an idea, I’ll use that too.  I guess today, I’m just in an ODD mood.  How about you?  Hope you are enjoying a lovely weekend!

Much Love,

Deirdre xx

 

Missing Daughter

They anticipated this day for over a year, but was it really happening?  Had they really found her?  Kelsey had been a missing runaway since 6/29/2014.  Her parents, brother,  family, friends and the whole of Cornwallis, IA had searched tirelessly for months, but there was no trace.  Her parents knew she just wouldn’t run away though.  She wasn’t that kind of kid.  She had always been a good kid.

Kelsey was an average student.  She struggled to get A’s and B’s but always managed to get decent grades.  She had made some new friends at the high school which all seemed like nice kids.  But there was that one boy.  The one they called Rip.  What the hell kind of a name was Rip anyway.

Kelsey’s mom, Melanie, never gave up on the search for her girl.  Now, the police had someone matching Kelsey’s description.  She was 5’5, 108 pounds, which was skinnier than Kelsey, but after 402 days of being missing, anything could have happened.  She could be starving for food.  This girl seemed to remember very little and was frightened they said.  They said she had long, auburn hair, green eyes and light freckles over her nose.  She sounded just like Kelsey.  It had to be her.

Today was the day Melanie would see for herself.  The puzzling part was that this 17 year old, had a tiny baby.  They didn’t say how old or anything.  Kelsey wouldn’t runaway if she was pregnant.  She would have come to her mom, Melanie thought.  Maybe it wasn’t her.  Maybe she was raped.  Maybe she was kidnapped and abused.  Oh, Lord, the thoughts and the questions came flooding, and so did the tears.  How and what would she do if this was her baby girl?  Her Kelsey?  The little light of her life?

The Interview

wp-1464846922347.jpgThe coffee was brewing as she cooked her scrambled eggs with great purpose.  She was going to get this interview right this morning.  She would nail it.  She shooed Penelope off the table as the feline neared the house plant.  Dani knew that poinsettias were a danger if eaten by cats and if anything happened to Penelope, well, she would be devastated.

Dani dressed in her new blue blouse and navy flared skirt, but she would skip the big belt today, as they might find that a bit overkill for an interview. She had to turn it down just a little bit. she thought. She straightened her curly hair and added mascara and liner to her eyes with just the right pop of pink lipstick and her makeup was done. Professional but not frumpy! Excellent!

All set and evidently ready to knock them dead!  Well, figuratively speaking, of course.  Dani felt like she was on top of the world as she grabbed the keys to the old Jetta and locked the door behind her.  This was the first day of the rest of her life, and she was ready for it!


This is part of The Blog Propellant’s prompt , Words, Words, Words in which we are given a list of words and bidden to use them in a story of 150-200 words.  Today’s words are: Scrambled eggs, purpose, house plant, danger, skip, evidently.  This is such a blast.  I love being given prompts and then writing a quick short story.  Fiction is such a blast to write.  Hope you enjoyed it.

Blank Looks

Image result for blank looksShe stared at the plate set before her.  It was the weirdest conglomeration of food she’d ever seen.  The blank look on Kate’s face must have elicited the response of giggles from her husband.  He had done this on purpose, but she really would never know.  The kids were to have chosen the meal for Mother’s Day breakfast, but little did Kate know that her darling husband, Ryan had assisted them in the choosing. The girls were elated to have made mommy breakfast in bed.

As she choked down chocolate cake, scrambled eggs, some fruit salad consisting of strawberries and bananas, and some leftover pork chop from the night before with peach compote, Kate thought of how lucky she was to have such a beautiful family.  She relished the thought of this happening every year, but knew this may be the last year.  She had been diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer and had just undergone her bilateral mastectomy 2 weeks before.  She couldn’t think of her little girls growing up without her.  She had a will to live that was fiercely strong.

Her girls, Ella, aged 4 and Emma, aged 2, were her life.  She was so blessed to have them as well as having the most loving and supportive husband.  Ryan worked so hard so she could stay at home with the girls.  How had she not felt the lump? Why did she stop doing the stupid monthly self breast exams?

Tomorrow she would start the radiation and next week her chemo would begin.  She knew how sick she would be from both.  She didn’t like to think about it, but she did think about it.  Of course she thought about it.  She was normal, for God’s sake.  And she prayed every day.  She prayed for healing.  She wasn’t sure how her girls were going to handle all this change.  She looked up at her husband.  Now it was his face that was blank.

“Honey, what’s the matter?” she asked him gently reaching for his hand.

“It’s just that I could tell by looking at your lovely face what you were thinking about.  You are so beautiful.  I want you to know that I will always love you.  I will always be here for you and we will get through this.  I love you, honey.  I love you with all my heart.  I know that you are scared and I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t, but honestly, you’re going to make it.”

“Thank you,” was all she could manage to say between the tears streaming down her face.  The blank look was gone between both of them.  There love had lasted through these last 20 years of high school, college and the rest.  Their’s was a love that would stand the test of time.  If time was what God and medicine would give them.

The Lavender Dress

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She loved storms and this was a beautiful one in her eyes.  The sky was dark, so dark almost as dark as if it were night.  The brilliant flashes of lightning shattered the sky every few minutes and the thrashing rain pelted the windows as if they were going to break it at any second, an invader into her house, yet not so much.  Yes, this was a beautiful storm for sure.  Karri was hoping this one would last for a good long while so she could use it as an excuse not to meet him.  She really didn’t have any good reason not to meet Claude, other than she agreed to, one last time.

She continued getting herself ready.  She put on the short, lavender dress.  The one that went with her auburn hair so well.  People always gave her compliments and told her it brought out the color of her eyes when she wore it.  “What did they know?” she thought. She was in the mood to tell him off.  How dare he call her after not even calling her for over a week.  She had texted him everyday to see if everything was alright.  She hadn’t heard one word.  She was done.  She would tell him it was over. Karri wasn’t someone who put up with excuses.  She had done it before, but that was the old Karri.

Claude had gone to Syracuse to see his ailing mother, or so he said.  Why would he not text back, unless he chose not to. Well, Karri had decided after the 3rd or 4th day that it was really quite simple.  Claude was seeing an old girlfriend.  She knew who it was.  It had to be that one. The one who broke his heart years ago.  Cheryl or Carol.  Whatever her name was.  It really didn’t matter.  Whatever the excuse was, Karri wasn’t going to hear it.  Not this time.  She really didn’t care what he said.  All she could think was, “Oh no, not again.”  It was like that with her in relationships.  This one was just like Ricky.

Ricky had been her previous boyfriend, but he cheated on her several times.  When she found out, she broke it off and never looked back.  But she really thought Claude was different.  Claude was sophisticated.  He was more complex than Ricky.  Maybe she was wrong.  Maybe something more happened at home in Syracuse.  Maybe his mom was seriously sick.  Ricky was carefree and in a band.  He was no businessman like Claude.  Claude usually called every day.  She started to rethink things.  Maybe she was wrong about him.  He was a good man.  She really had no reason to believe that he had done anything wrong.

When the phone rang, her heart stopped.  She picked it up slowly.  “Hello?”

“Hi, Babe.” Claude sounded soft and rather sensual.  He did melt her heart when he spoke in that deep, soft voice.

“Hi!” Karri could hear herself sounding a little more excitable than she meant to. “How are you?  When did you get back?  Are you okay?  I haven’t heard from you in a week.  I’ve been so worried.”

“Babe, my mom…” he trailed away.  “She.. she’s dead.  She had a massive stroke and there was nothing that they could do.” She heard the anguish in his voice.  She knew she had been wrong, but felt so bad in how she had been so quick to judge.

“Oh my God! Honey, I’m so, so sorry. Is there anything…” Now it was her voice trailing off.  “Are you even back from Syracuse?”

“Babe, I need you.  I’m back, but I just came back to get a few things.  I have to fly out tomorrow again for the funeral and to get mom’s affairs in order.  It’s going to take some time.  I wanted to know…  Well, I wanted to know if you would come with me.  She would have loved you.  Like I do.  I just wish she could have met you.”

Karri sat down at her kitchen table trying to keep her emotions from getting the best of her.  She took a deep breath.  Her heart was doing a happy dance because she did really love Claude.  She hadn’t really realized it until this moment.  They had been seeing each other for 5 months and yet, she had such a difficult time embracing love and being in love much less the man of her dreams declaring his love for her.  Yet, he just did.  Was it the fact that his mother just died or that he truly did love her?  What should she say?

“Karri? Are you still there?”

“Yes, Claude, I’m here.  I’m just a bit overwhelmed.  You’ve just told me  your mom died and that you love me in the same breath.  I, I…”

“It’s okay, Karri. If this is too soon, or too much, I understand.”

“No, Claude, I do love you.  I love you so much! I want to be with you and I just feel guilty for thinking you were ignoring me over the last week.  I just thought maybe you didn’t want me, or maybe you had found someone else.  Now, I find out it’s all this.   Are you sure you want me?”

“Yes, Babe, I want you for the rest of my life.  When mom died, I realized that I love you more than I love the air that I breathe.  If I don’t have you by my side, I have no purpose.”

“When can I see you?”

“I’m right outside your door, Karri. Open the door.”

As she opened the door, she found Claude on one knee, red roses in one hand, 1 carat diamond ring in the other.  On his shirt, a sign saying “will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes, Yes! Oh my darling man, yes.”

This has been a fictional story created for The Blog Propellant which is awesomeness at it’s best!  My number that I have chosen at random is 27! I chose to  use all 3 prompts, because it’s so much fun!  I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it.  It took me about 25 minutes to write.  The hardest part was finding a picture to go with it!

 

The Long Hall

I opened the last door and saw yet another long hall.  It was a another hall of cubicles.  “What a strange building,” I thought to myself.  I continued to walk until a man in a white striped polo shirt and black pants came around the corner at the other end of the next hallway.  He stood there, just for the briefest of moments, smiled a broad, open smile at me, waved and walked up to me.  Without a word, he shook my hand, as if he knew me.  He straightened my glasses, my jacket and my shirtsleeves, then, just as quick as he appeared, he turned and disappeared the same way he came.  “How strange!” I exclaimed.  I began to feel like I was in Wonderland.  Perhaps he was the Madhatter.

I was trying to find Joe.  Where was he anyway? So far, I had been led through countless hallways leading to other hallways and now this! Seriously, this has to be the weirdest manhunt I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing.  Joe had better be worth this much trouble.

I met Joe at last after I followed the strange “Madhatter Man”.  I just couldn’t resist myself.  Perhaps Joe had sent him to find me.  But why then had this stranger not said a word to me?  Why had he smiled and waved and shaken my hand but not uttered even a hello?  For that matter, what was up with the whole touchy-feely thing?  That was bizarre at best. Well, Joe better have some answers because I had some questions.

“Joe, Hiya! How are you?  I had a hell of a time trying to find you in this maze of a building.”

“I know it’s kind of crazy like that, Jess.  It’s great that you could meet me here on such short notice.  You look great.  I see you met Peter already.”

“Met? Is that what you call it?”  I looked at Joe with glint of skepticism.

I told Joe about my “meeting” Peter.  He chuckled and informed me that Peter was a special kind of guy.  He had been born deaf and mute but was never taught to sign properly.  Peter was Joe’s brother.  Boy, was I glad that I hadn’t said anything harsh about Peter.  I really liked Joe’s company and I needed his help in this new investigation.  It was going to be a doozy.  Life wasn’t easy for a woman who just happened to be a detective.  If that wasn’t bad enough, being 100 pounds soaking wet and 5’1″ made it that much harder to get people to take you serious.  This was a really difficult case and Joe had information on the suspect that I needed.  If I play my cards right, I could solve this one and get the promotion for sure.

“So, let’s see what you’ve got, Joe.  I’m all ears.”


This is another fictional story written from a video prompt!  What a fun project this was!  Hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading it!

Moving Day to Remember

It’s time for another fictional Monday post from me for TBP On-line Writer’s Guild! This week’s prompts are fun.  Hope you enjoy! #33

They left Abilene 2 hours before.  It was such a long trip with a carload of kids.  Kara was hot, pregnant and ready to pop out her another child any day, but they had to move today of all days.  Jack, a physician, had been accepted into a promising practice at USMD which meant moving to Fort Worth just 150 miles away, but in this heat and with these kids on this particular day, just everything seemed to be going wrong.

Just as they packed the last box into their van, Kara’s back started cramping. “It couldn’t be now”, she thought to herself.  It just simply couldn’t.  She wasn’t due for another 3 weeks.  But with all the stresses of packing and getting the other kids, ranging in age from 1-11, organized and ready for the big move, she hadn’t really been paying attention to herself.  She just did what she needed to do.  She was supermom.  Thank God, she didn’t have to work outside of home because working at home was so much rewarding despite the lack of a paycheck.

Along the trip, they had made it as far as Strewn, only halfway from their big destination, and already they had stopped three times.  Three times in 76 miles just to pee.  Kara was the instigator on two of those occasions, but Jack chalked it up to her being so far along.  If she hadn’t been so busy packing, she would have had the nesting instinct going on for sure, he thought to himself.  He knew she was close.  It sure wasn’t their first rodeo together.  They rode this ride together 6 times before.  They had Michelle, Aggie, then the twins, Sean and Patrick, Marie, Beth and the youngest, Michael.  Now they were waiting for the next bundle.  The last one. They were going to be surprised by this little bundle of love. But still, at 37 weeks, Kara could go into labor at any time. Please God, not today.

Kara’s back and her abdomen cramped up so tightly as she stood up from the car, she fell back into the seat. It was then that she felt it.  She knew.  Jack knew.  Labor had begun.  “Maybe I’ll just stay here awhile,” Kara puffed out softly once the short contraction ceased its raptor-like grasp on her abdomen.

Jack, in his wisdom, looked his wife in the eyes, gave her a soft, warm kiss on the forehead.  “Why don’t I come with you, honey.  I’ll need to get some things…just in case.  We still have 76 miles to go until we’re home.  This is number 8 and you know, it could be long, or we could have to just head straight to the hospital.  It would be best to be prepared for anything on the road. Remember how it was with Beth and Michael.” She looked at him, a hint of unspoken sarcasm in her eyes.  Of course she knew.  She was the one who delivered those two and it was scarcely 3 hours from the first contraction to the delivery for both of them.  Talk about a precipitous labor! 76 miles to the house or the hospital?  She better check her GPS and check it quick.

She managed to make it to the restroom with the help of her husband.  Jack managed to get the supplies needed, “just in case”.  He knew from his own experience that she may not make it to the hospital and especially if they had to keep stopping for bathroom breaks.  He picked up ice chips, water, shop towels, and some snacks and more games for the kids to keep them amused.  Anything he could do just to make it there as fast as possible.

Back in the car, he instructed the kids very precisely how this was going to go. The older ones were pros.  They would care for the little ones.  They had plenty of books and games, electronics were fully charged.  Again, the stabbing, all encompassing pain came.  Kara pulled her knees up around her.  These were hard.  She really was afraid they weren’t going to make it.

Every 5 minutes for 30 minutes.  Then faster and longer.  Jack drove like a bat out of hell.  He was determined that he would not have to deliver this wee one into the world in the back of a crowded minivan with all of his kids there in 95 degree Texas heat.  “Please let us get there, Lord, ” Jack prayed.  90 mph, then 95, the contractions were harder, faster and more intense.  Jack felt useless to his beautiful wife.  She needed him right now and all he could do was not get her where she needed to be.  “Don’t think that way, Jack,” he thought to himself.

“Jack, how much longer?  I want to push!” These were the first words uttered in over 45 minutes by Kara.  She had focused so intently on her labor.  She had her game face on.  Jack did his best to help her, but besides driving, he could only offer words of comfort which appeared to go unnoticed.  “5 minutes, Babe” was all he could say.  “Just breath with me but don’t push.  You can’t push.  We have to check you first, Babe.  Don’t push.”

It became a mantra until they reached hospital campus.  She started pushing.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She had to push.  Her body made her.  She hadn’t told Jack that her water had broken back in Abilene.  She didn’t want him to worry, but now there was no holding back.  She wanted this child, this alien, this symbiotic being, this kid, OUT! NOW!  AAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!!! And she reached down, just as they entered the Emergency Room entrance, to grasp her newborn baby boy.

Jack, after putting the van in park, took the special pack from under the seat that he had made from the items he purchased at the gas station in Strewn and suctioned out the nose and mouth of his newborn son, clamped the cord with the pliers, and wiped him down with the shop towels.  It was all he had.  He honked his horn loudly until he got the attention of someone inside.  Once he explained the situation, Kara and the baby were placed on a stretcher and Jack parked the van, got the kids out and went inside to meet his parents.  Thank God for grandparents.

A few hours later, when things had quieted down,  Jack looked at Kara and their lovely little, healthy 9pound boy with such love.  Kara looked up at Jack with that sarcastic grin and said, “I love you so much, and I love our little James, but getting him here and moving certainly wasn’t as much fun as I had hoped it would be!

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Kevin and Dianna – A Fictional Short Story

This is a fictional piece I wrote for a prompt that I had a great time working on.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I had writing it.

He hid behind the chair hoping that she wouldn’t hear him.  Granted, he’d been drinking whiskey all evening.  It was hard for him to be quiet.  He thought, just for that moment that if he could just sit there, behind the large, overstuffed lounge chair she wouldn’t find him and she would just simply wander up the stairs off to bed.  It was very late.  He was wrong, of course.  But that was the drink thinking.  He was never rational when he was drinking.  He was drinking a lot more often these days. He just didn’t have the courage to tell her the truth.  What would she say if she knew?

“I know you’re in here.  I can smell the whiskey from here,” Dianna called out.  She didn’t sound overly pissed off.  That was unusual.

“Come out from behind the chair, Kevin.  You aren’t a 6 year old for God’s sake.  You’re 42 years old.  It’s about time we talked about this like rational human beings.”

Reluctantly, he slunk out, grabbed the whiskey glass and slumped into the chair he was crouched behind without uttering a word.  He wouldn’t make eye contact with her.

“Seriously Kevin.  It’s got to stop.  You’ve spent all our money on booze.  You drank up all my money and I work so hard!.  What the hell is the matter with you? Don’t you realize you’re not in college anymore?”

“Dianna, I know I have been drinking more lately, but it’s not that bad!  It’s not like I have a problem or anything.  I just, well, I just…”

“You just what, Kevin? I’m not one of those girls who will just hang around and watch you drink your way into a stupor every single night and let you ruin your life.  I’m your wife!  I love you and you have become an alcoholic.  I like to have a good time too, but I have to babysit your sorry butt when you get so inebriated that you can’t stand up.  I’m the one who gets stuck cleaning up your messes when you don’t have any money left because you drank it all away.”

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He looked at her with tears in his large, hazel eyes.  He knew he had to tell her.  How could he keep pretending to go to work everyday when he had been let go 3 months ago.  He was so afraid that she would leave him, but he’d been trying to find work.  It was hard in a small town though.   And she loved it here. He had no choice.  This was it.  He knew if he didn’t tell her now, she was going to walk out the door and be out of his life forever.

When he finally told her, her reaction was kindness.  She broke down and held him.  She cried with him and stroked his hair, his back.  He felt the stress of the last 3 months leave.  All that tension was released at last.  When he was finally calm, she got up and walked to the stereo.  She turned on their favorite song which happened to be anyone else’s least romantic music, but to them, it was how they met and fell in love.  It was a Black Sabbath song.

Kevin looked deeply into Dianna’s eyes as she sat back down beside him.  They embraced for a long time.  She kissed him on the forehead gently and took his hand.

“Oh, Dianna, is this the CD I made for you all those years ago? You know the 25 best Heavy Metal bands one?”

“Yes, my love, it is.  I love heavy metal.  You’re the one who introduced me to it.  I thought it might help your state of mind.”

The next few weeks passed and the decision was made over heavy metal and coffee, served daily, that the couple would move to a new, bigger city with more opportunities for employment.  Kevin was, after all, an undertaker.  Work in the small town for 4 undertakers just hadn’t worked out.  Dianna, a nurse could find a job anywhere.  Life and opportunities would change for this couple in the next few years and all thanks to Black Sabbath and Metallica music.  How terribly romantic?


#19

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