Any long-time reader of this blog should know that I attempt to write a five-part short story every month with 5 Saturdays. It’s an attempt to practice my writing skills. In the beginning of its conception, I thought it would help motivate me to write on a regular basis. That has not panned out as planned. Whenever I look at the calendar and see a 5 Saturday month approaching, I tend to get a little anxious. Mainly because I don’t even have an idea formulating. Such was my predicament toward the end of September. October had five Saturdays and was drawing closer, what was I going to do? Should I keep this goal or file it away as a “no longer applicable” ambition tucked away with other goals I have moved away from. No, I wanted to keep the practice. So, what to write? The week before October 1, I finally sat down and wrote the first chapter of The Car Wash.Continue reading
The car edged into the wax-zone and the two sat quietly.
“I know what you think,” she said slowly.
He scoffed. She doesn’t know him.
“You think I’m bluffing and I won’t follow through.”
He looked out the driver’s side window. Lucky guess.Continue reading
As happy as the memories of that trip made her, she couldn’t keep other memories out. Namely their second round of counseling. She had instigated it because there was a morning when she actually considered a more dramatic out. If she took her life, then maybe she would feel peace. The thought was brief but it was enough to scare her into action. At first, she attended counseling herself. But after several sessions, it became clear that in order to truly progress, Chadwick needed to join her.Continue reading
The two sat in silence. The hum of the machine in the car wash doing its job was the only sound. He couldn’t believe how ungrateful his wife was. Twenty years of marriage. Did she not think he could have left her at any time? He could have. But he chose not to. Marriage meant something to him. She had threatened divorce before and didn’t follow through with it. Maybe this was like that. Yeah, he thought, she’s just trying to get attention. I am not going to give in this time. I’m going to call her bluff.Continue reading
“I want a divorce,” his wife said again. The first time she had said it softly. As if it had been rattling around in her head looking for an exit. The second time she said it with assurance. It was funny since the words came out how she could feel both peaceful and excited at the same time. What was the word she was looking for to describe her current mood? Resolute. She still kept her eyes forward not looking at him. Instead, she turned and watched as the water dripped off the passenger side mirror.Continue reading
Chadwick tapped the steering wheel with his forefinger. He was in line at the car wash and was growing impatient. Actually, patience never was something he had ever experienced. No acquaintance of his would describe that as one of his virtues.
How much longer was this going to take?
He let out a long audible sigh and glanced at his Apple Watch. It had only been two minutes since the last time he had looked. He shook it out of instinct to make sure it was awake and accurate. It was.Continue reading
When the hood was finally taken off William’s face he noticed he was in yet another new place. Although he had never seen such furniture that was in this room he could tell wherever he now stood was probably a pretty fancy place. The room seemed to scream royalty or well-to-do. Palace seemed to fit the description.Continue reading
IV. Nevele’s Territory
When William opened his eyes again he knew two things. One, he was not in another dark closet. Far from it. He saw vibrant colors everywhere. Many he never knew existed. And two, he definitely was not home again. Not his home anyway. He sighed as he realized he was in Nevele’s territory. Now what?Continue reading
III. Carter and Parker Join the Adventure
The next thing William remembered was hearing a soft voice. Like the sound of a small bird, cooing. At first, he thought it was his sister’s voice and he became a little angry. She should not be in his bedroom! But when he opened his eyes he didn’t recognize his surroundings. Mainly because it was too dark to tell where he was at. He opened his mouth and started to yell but a paw quickly covered it.Continue reading
It may not be a good sign that after every short story I write, I feel the need to explain. This is the kind of thing I would do if I had a podcast. At the moment, I don’t. So, here is the explanation or behind the scenes of my story, Samantha’s Days.Continue reading