I apologize for not posting anything. I fell and broke my wrist. I am on the mend. Been working on a few stories. I hope to post some stories soon.
I have been struggling with some changes in my life. That is why I haven’t had time to come on here and post anything for awhile. I do have stories I am working on. And I am working on putting together a collection of my short stories.
I hope to be starting to post stories next month. I enjoy writing these short stories. I am getting my focus back on writing. Just wanted to give everyone an update. Through this summer, I will be posting stories. Not everyday, I am still working on some kind of schedule. I will let you know what it will be. Thank you for your support and understanding.
I have a new email address: MaceyLynn1965@gmail.com
Happy Reading 🙂
Hello everyone, I apologize for not being on here that much over the past month or so. I have been taking care of things that needed my attention. I also have been working on putting together a collection of my short stories into a book. I am hoping to post more short stories soon. When things slow down a bit, I will continue to post more stories. Thank you understanding.
new email address is : firstname.lastname@example.org
Tabitha leased a new car about three months ago. Her first scheduled maintenance was scheduled for the first of December. She wasn’t able to make that appointment so she rescheduled it for the following Saturday. Her day off.
The day came for when she was to go to the dealership for her appointment. Tabitha and her mom Betty in the past would go out to lunch after the appointment. Everything has always gone fine and no problems and the wait time has never been more than about an hour. Then they drive down the road a few miles to the diner where they have lunch. So, there they were on the way to the dealership, talking and laughing and having a good time. Arriving about fifteen minutes early for the appointment.
They head over to the desk where the service representative is and let him know they are here for the first maintenance appointment. Tabitha got a voicemail a few days ago about a recall, the service rep said they would take care of the recall. It was for the thermostat and had to be replaced and it would take about an hour and a half. Tabitha thought, no problem, we will just watch the television in the waiting area. Time should go by quickly. Her mom brought along a crossword puzzle to work on, and she would play a game on her phone while they wait.
One hour and half go by and the car isn’t done. She figures, they seem busy, so it may just be an extra few minutes. That’s fine, they are pretty good about not keeping people waiting too long when there isn’t a problem. They people that were waiting before them were starting to leave and a few others arrived for their appointments. Tabitha kept thinking they would be called and they could head to the diner for lunch. Nope! Still waiting, Betty goes back to working on her puzzle, and she starts another game on her phone.
Two hours have gone by and still no word. Have they lost my car? Taking it for a joy ride? Maybe they took the car out to get some lunch. OMG! Did they misplace my keys and are trying to make a new one?! Did they lose the paperwork? Tabitha’s patience was getting thin. But she has always brought her car here for maintenance, they would have told her if something was wrong. So, she took a deep breath and watched some television and played a game on her phone.
Three hours had gone by, when she leaned over to her mom and quietly said, ” We could have walked to the diner, had our lunch, and walked back and probably still would be waiting.” Her mom chuckled and nodded in agreement.
She was about to go up to the service desk and ask how much longer it would be, because she noticed that some of the people that came in after them have had their car worked on and left. She leaned over to her mom and said that it wasn’t fair that they were leaving before they were, her mom told her that we don’t know why they were here and it could have just been something that didn’t take long. Tabitha shrugged and went back to playing her game.
Time check? Almost three and a half hours. They overheard the service rep say that they were busy with inspections today and that they appreciated the customer being patient because he was waiting a long time too. She checked out the window by the door they came in and a red car was pulled up by the service valet. Thinking it was her car, she got excited because she was hungry and wanted to get out of there. When she realized it wasn’t her car, she frowned and sat back down.
About ten minutes after the gentleman left, the service rep called their name. They walked to the service desk, her mom signed for the work that was done today and they headed to the door relieved that they could finally leave.
When they both were in the car, Tabitha started the car and turned to her mom and said, “that was a three hour tour.” They both laughed and when they got to the diner, they joked about hoping that their food wouldn’t take three hours. Their lunch didn’t take long to arrive. They left full and were heading home. And no, it didn’t take them three hours to get home.
(sorry I couldn’t resist that last line 🙂 )
In this moment I see your darkness
In this moment I see your light
In this moment I see your pain
In this moment I see the hope
In this moment I see the struggle
In this moment I see the confusion
In this moment I see the love
In this moment I see you
In this moment you see me
In this moment I am right where I want to be
In this moment I am where I need to be
Amy was putting her freshly washed sheets on a clothes line that she set up in her back yard. She wanted to have the scent of a beautiful spring day that she couldn’t get from a dryer sheet. And she hung up some towels as well. So that when she opened her linen closet, it would smell like outside. .
When she was done putting the sheets and towels on the line outside, she went inside and opened the windows to let the fresh air in. Letting the fresh air come through the kitchen to the living room. Then she went to her bedroom down the hall and pulled back the curtain and opened her bedroom window, letting as much fresh air in to make the inside of the house smell like the outside.
Just letting the sun and fresh air in, made her house cleaning not feel like a chore. She sang her way through doing up the days dishes and mopping the floor. While she dusted, she put on some music and dance while dusting and running the vacuum. Using the vacuum as a dance partner. Amy wasn’t much of a dance, but she could hold her own.
When she was done cleaning the living room, she danced her way to the bathroom. Amy wiped down the sink and counter, put some bowl cleaner in the toilet and let that sit. Then scrubbed the tub and rinsed it out and let it air dry. Brushed the toilet and then flushed it. Amy stood at the doorway of the bathroom and nodded and smiled. Clean and sparkly!
Amy went back downstairs and went out back to check to see if the sheets were dry enough to put on the bed. They still were a little damp, so she went inside to make a cup of tea and sit on the patio chair and enjoy this beautiful day. When she came back outside, she brought out her Ipod with her cup of tea and decided to put on some music. When the music started, she was dancing again. Not caring if her neighbors saw her, they didn’t really pay attention, she dances all the time. Her one neighbor Mrs. Stanley, just smiles and shakes her head and goes back to tending her garden.
She was really getting into her dancing, twirling and not paying attention to how far she was spinning around and round. Next thing she knows, she is spinning into one of the bedsheets. But she isn’t able to stop until she is tangled up in the sheet so bad, she looses her balance and falls. At first she tries to calmly get out from underneath the sheet. The more she moves around, the more tangled she gets. Amy stops for a minute to think of another way to get out of this. She doesn’t want to have to call over Mrs. Stanley again. She walks her hands down her legs to find the end of the sheet. Thinking that she can just lift it up that way. Amy tries to lift the sheet up, doesn’t work. It is wrapped around her two or three times. She didn’t realize how many times she spun around before stopping. Then Amy thinks if she spins around the opposite way, then it will unravel. Spinning around once, it feels like it’s coming loose. So she keeps spinning and it finally becomes loose. Amy looks to either side of her yard to check to see if the neighbors saw any of this. Thankfully they haven’t. Or at least she hoped not while she was under the sheet. Her Ipod was still playing, she had pulled the ear buds out as she was struggling under the sheet. She turned it off and stood up and hung the sheet back on the line.
Amy knew that her tea was cold, so she went inside to make a fresh cup of tea and take a moment before taking down the sheets and towels. This time, when she went inside, she put the Ipod on the kitchen table and didn’t take it out with her when she fixed her tea and went back outside. She was going to sit and enjoy her cup of tea.
Amy made a mental not to herself, no more dancing outside while drying things on the clothesline.
One year, we had my uncle, aunt, cousin, my uncle’s friend and his wife came with us for a week. Also, my other uncle and aunt, and my five cousins were there too. Everyone had their own place and we would meet up on the pier to catch crabs. After lunch, all the cousins and my brothers and sister and I, would walk down the street and buy candy. We would try to save it for as long as we could, but after a day or so, we would have to walk back up to the store to get more candy. It wasn’t a busy street, we didn’t worry about traffic.
This one memory of my uncle and his friend sitting at the end of the pier one night. Trying to fish by flashlight. You would have to have known my uncle to understand that this was a cool idea. He could convince an Eskimo to sell ice water. Anyway, It was dark and us being us, we wanted to have a little fun with them while they were trying to fish with the flashlight.
We went back to our cottages and got a few boxes of Whoppers, and then went back out to the end of the pier. They didn’t hear us come back out behind them, my uncle was so focused on seeing if a fish was on the line. Then we started throwing the Whoppers one at a time over their heads into the water. My uncle would shoot the flashlight to where he thought he saw a fish jump out of the water. We would wait a few minutes and then do it again in a different spot. Then we would throw one over and then another one right after that, having him think that there were two fish at the same time. They realized it was us when we couldn’t hold back laughing so hard we had to sit down on the pier so we didn’t fall off the pier into the water. They didn’t sit out on the end of the pier after that.
I don’t remember if we used the squid we had sitting on the pier for the crab baskets, but I remember it was there. Because a few of us stepped on it. And we did that gross funky dance when you step on something disgusting and you feel that you can’t get it off the bottom of your foot. Makes me shiver just thinking about it.
Did you know that you can catch a flounder in a crab basket? Neither did I until it actually happened. As I was pulling the string up from the crab basket, I could feel something moving around in the basket, I just thought I had caught two crabs. NOPE. I held up the basket and just kept yelling, “I caught a fish!! I caught a fish!!” Everyone came over and saw it was a flounder. We got a separate bucket and filled it with some water and put the fish in it to take back to the cottage later. We weren’t done crabbing for the day. Back then, I didn’t like fish, so someone else ate the fish. That was the only time I got a fish in the crab basket.
One memory I have that still makes me chuckle to this day, is the wooden screen door that we would let slam as we would run out the door to go out to the pier. We would open that door wide, and we would be half way around the front of the cottage, and then you would hear SLAM!! I can’t tell you how many times we were told not to slam the door. Would never fail to happen.