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| Tue, 07-24-2001 - 9:04pm |
Tiny Tuesday (m)
Each Tuesday, we’ll post a mini-exercise. You can either post under this message or if you choose a separate post please indicate so in the title so everyone will know.
This week, select one of the “He Said/She Said” lines from Post #46, write a tiny tale (please limit your piece to 500 words or less).
Happy Writing!
Mac, Linda & Wendy

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He said, she said #6(m)
I love him, really. After twenty-five years of marriage, Bill is still everything I'd dreamed of -- tall, handsome, intelligent. But before he retired I had the house to myself during the day. If I wanted to write, go for a walk, visit with friends, no problem.
I thought retirement would be different. I write, Bill loves to golf and fish with his buddies. That was supposed to be enough. And once in a while, we'd travel, share quiet moments on a beach, or sip margueritas and watch the sunset. Boy! Was I ever wrong ...
"Whatcha doin', honey?"
"Working on another short story."
"oh. I thought we might do something together." Bill sighs and gives me his poor starving doggie look. "You're always writing when I want to do something together."
"Honey, I really need to get this down while it's fresh. Maybe we can do something later? Weren't you going to go fishing with Charlie?"
"He's sick with the flu."
"I baked some of those chocolate chip gooies you and he like. Why don't you take him some."
Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"Yes."
"It's someone else, isn't it? You've met someone else. Who is it."
"Damn it, Bill! We go through this every time I'm writing anymore. You know there's no one else."
He pulls back, looking betrayed and wounded. "I guess I'll go over to Charlie's where I'm appreciated."
I watch him slam out the front door, a look of belligerant martyrdom on his face. I sigh and try to get back into the story I'm writing.
I love him. Really, I do. But ...
cl-ozarker
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway
He said...She said #9 (m)
Carol was studying her Shanghai Surprise fingernail polish when the phone rang. Her husband was on the other end of the line. “Just checking to see what time you’ll be home,” Harold said.
He called everyday at the same and asked the same question. Today however, Carol decided she was fed up of him controlling her life. “Some people at work invited me out for drinks at the pub around the corner from the office. So I’ll be a little late tonight,” she said.
Even though, her husband promised that he didn't mind and wished her a good time, she could tell he didn't like it. Harold had become extremely jealous over the last year and a half.
Two drinks and three dances later, Carol found herself enjoying the "Girls Night Out" but several times she got an uneasy feeling. She even confided to one of the secretaries from accounting. "I feel like somebody's watching me."
"Well, girlfriend, I think every man in this place is watching you," she said.
Slapping her lightly on the shoulder, Carol said, "Oh, yeah. Right."
"Honey, I wished I had your sexy little body. My last boyfriend told me he could use my ass as a end table."
The group at the table broke into laughter and someone suggested a line dance, which Carol readily joined. After they finished dancing, Carol made her way to the restroom as someone ordered another round of drinks. As she passed the pay phone, she considered calling Harold to let him know she was okay but decided not to. He’ll ruin my fun, she thought.
Another hour passed before the crowd slowly dwindled down to just a few. Although she felt somewhat tipsy, Carol sipped on some complimentary black coffee and then decided to make the ten-minute drive home.
As she fumbled with the key in the front door, Harold opened the door and said, “What do you mean by coming home half drunk?”
“It's not my fault...I ran out of money,” she said.
Good one, Linda (m)
That "whatcha doin', honey?" sounded too familiar. Although we're not retired, I hear that every weekend when I'm trying to write. LOL
This was fun reading!
Mac
Nice way to turn it around! This was a laugh!!! (n/t)
Using #8 (m)
Within Moments
Grandma Flick told me a hundred times, “A man wants to married a virgin Nina. Save yourself for you’re wedding night Hon.â€
After a ten month engagement and absolutely no fornication with Jerry I agreed to married him. I told him I was a virgin and was saving myself just for him. Our wedding night would be the most amazing thing we would adventure together.
Little did Jerry know I had intimate relations with Dennis Hays and Thomas Young two years ago, during my sophomore year of high school; I promised myself I would never fornicate again until I was married.
We exchanged vows down at the city hall and Grandma Flick looked prettier than I’d ever seen her. She wore the rose colored dress that she wore at my mama’s funeral eight years ago. Jerry’s parents didn’t come.
That afternoon Jerry and I drove forty miles to Centre and rented a fine room in a big hotel. It had a swimming pool and a hot tub. I had never been in a hot tub. Jerry couldn’t wait to get into our room. He quickly undressed and walked up behind me, he unzipped my wedding gown and pulled me onto the bed beside him.
Within moments I knew I had made the worse mistake in my life. After five minutes of lovemaking Jerry rolled over and said “Since I first laid eyes on you, I've wanted to make love to you in the worst way.
I thought to myself…..Well, you succeeded!
Cute mac. Good exercise.(n/t)
cl-ozarker
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway
ROFL thia, that'll teach her not to fornicate-heheheh.(n/t)
cl-ozarker
"We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master." - Ernest Heminway
Mac! You SHOCK me!!!!! LOL n/t
Too funny, Thia_d. Great job! (nt)
Thanks Wendy, Linda & Hittheroad! (nt)
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