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| Tue, 03-19-2002 - 6:19am |
Tiny Tuesday...(m)
Okay, just for fun, try putting these items into a short-short: A toy plane, a pair of dice, and a matchbook. Have fun, Sammi

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TT: Happy Coral Dive To The Max (m)
Happy Coral Dive To The Max
“I can’t believe it. Just can’t believe it. That was over three grand worth of equipment I lost back there.†Marie thrashes in the water with rage.
“Shush, at least we’re alive. At least the boat didn’t catch fire. At least we all have floatation devices.†Don floats on his back and holds tight to Linda.
“Speak for yourself,†says Linda. “You see how much floatation my bikini has.â€
The waves push them towards shore, and then the undertow pulls them back out.
“Are we getting any closer?†Marie snarls. She met Linda and Dan four hours earlier on the dive boat. The dive operator needed at least three before he’d go out on a trip.
“I think so,†says Don. “Look how far we’ve passed that rock. We’re definitely closer.â€
“Here comes another wave,†says Linda. “Keep swimming with it and we’ll get to the beach for sure.â€
“Watch for coral, Linda,†Dan cautions. “Use controlled kicks.â€
The big wave swells up just behind them and builds up the force to shove the trio onto the sand.
“Keep swimming!†says Marie.
“I can stand!†says Linda. “Let’s wade in.â€
Dan doesn’t say anything. His face grimaces and then turns titanium white.
“Dan? Dan? What’s wrong?â€
He collapses onto the sand, blood gushing from his legs.
“Coral?†asks Marie.
Don nods.
“Quick,†says Linda. “What do you have in your pack?â€
“Everything is soggy,†complains Marie.
“I know,†says Linda. “But if you’ll notice, my swim suit doesn’t have a vest with handy dandy pockets like your dive suit.â€
Marie empties her pockets and dumps out a soggy matchbook.
“That won’t help,†she says.
Linda rifles through the pockets on Dan’s suit.
“A pair of dice? What kind of survival equipment is a pair of dice?â€
But Dan’s too pale to respond. Marie scrambles up the beach to look for leaves or fronds or anything to stem the bleeding from Dan’s coral cuts. Linda lays Dan down and elevates his legs. She grabs a clump of cold seaweed and places it on his forehead. Marie’s voice comes through the weeds.
“I found a toy plane!†she shouts. “Maybe somebody lives close by. I’ll go check.â€
“Ok,†shouts Linda. “I’ve got Dan.â€
Linda holds Dan and together they watch the Roatan “Happy Coral Dive To The Max†dive boat disappears under the water.
“Some honeymoon, hey?†Linda says to herself.
my tt
Well this is my last story to this board. My time has been pushed to the max. I have not worked on my other stories that have been nagging me to write them. You all are great and I may drop in a time or two.
thanks Jade
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In the corner of the large room a young boy sits quietly playing with a toy plane. Not one zoom or boom does he mutter. He looks across the room at a large table, with chairs bordering it as if it might run away. In the chairs are men, big and burly, six to be exact, all counting cards and rolling a pair of dice. The faint sound of words being spoken draws the boy’s attention, as the room fills with the cigar smoke. The clatter of the dice shatters the quit tone of the room, as they bounce across the polished surface of the table. What did he do to deserve this? Knowing that if he spoke the men would punish him. So he sat in the far corner playing with the only toy there was. The men were too involved in their game to pay attention to the boy that they had kidnapped. Only one or two glances went the boy’s way. As the day went on he was brought a glass of water and a half of a sandwich for lunch. The boy only liked one of the men, Tony was his name.
Tony had cared for the boy. He made sure that the boy got food, and water, along with time to use the bathroom. He felt sorry for the boy. It had not been his idea to kidnap him. So he went along with it. He had to, he was the undercover cop. This sting would bring all the kidnappers down and put behind bars. Tony helped the young boy to his feet and escorted him to the bathroom.
Once inside, Tony spoke quietly to the boy. “You know my name what your?”
In a shaky voice the boy answered, “Tyrell.”
“Can I call you Ty?” Tony watched as the little boy nodded. “Good I have a secret to tell you ok this must be between us no one else should know ok?”
“Ok.”
Tony told him that he was a policeman, and not to worry just follow what the men say and that he would be fine. The boy seemed to be happy to know that Tony was a friend. They made there way out of the bathroom as the other men where standing there.
“What took so long?” One of the other men asked.
“Have none of you had kids to know that when they do the number two that it takes awhile?” Tony replied as he took the kid back over to the toy.
“Oh … Lets get back to our game.”
Later that night two of the men had gone out to get food and beer. As they walked back to the hide out they were arrested.
The men were commenting on where the others were. It was only a two block walk to the five and dime. They sent out one of the others to hurry others along. Shortly after he left there was a knock on the door. Tony raced over to Tyrell as the other men went nervously to the door and opened it.
The sting went down as Tony guarded Tyrell. The bullets flew like angry bees as Tony held Tyrell to his back. After the men had been arrested Tony let Tyrell free.
Tyrell went and picked up an empty matchbook, that was his souvenir of the event.
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
very interesting, Eyewrite! I enjoyed it ! (n/t)
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Don't go too far away...
I understand about life. I won't be around here as much myself starting next week. Have fun writing and remember to come back and visit us!
Now, onto your TT, I liked lots of bits, including "Not one zoom or boom does he mutter" and "a large table, with chairs bordering it as if it might run away".
I'm glad Tony stays in character but also manages to keep Tyrell safe. What a freaky situation to be in, as a young kid. These guys kind of felt like mobsters.
Take care, Jade.
Eyewrite
Tiny Tuesday on a rainy afternoon
Death never shows the same face twice. However, after a while death can become a familiar, if not always comfortable, sight. Taylor was more comfortable with death than most people were. That was to be expected after nearly three years working in the forensics division of the homicide department. That didn’t mean that she was never shocked by death, particularly violent death. It just meant that she knew more or less what to expect and what her job entailed.
Her job was to pick up the jigsaw puzzle pieces and try to figure out what had happened to the victim and, hopefully, who was responsible. Sometimes it could be a messy job.
In a city as big as this one Taylor never found herself short of work. During certain times of the year her work load increased dramatically. Usually the jobs were messier then.
Tonight she had been called in to work a scene involving a young woman. The press hadn’t yet learned the details of the crime scene, but once the details were leaked out they were certain to salivate over them.
While her assistant took photos of the crime scene, Taylor looked at the victim who was lying on her back on the carpeted floor. She couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen. Her face still had traces of baby fat. She wore a thin necklace around her purple neck. A heart-shaped pendant with the word “Candy” hung down from the necklace. It looked as if the killer had gone to the effort of straightening out the necklace and pendant after the murder.
Taylor sighed and looked around the small room. There didn’t appear to have been a struggle, but that was just based on a superficial glance. The only thing that appeared to be broken was a small toy plane. The wings had been broken off the plane, and the fuselage had been placed between the victim’s naked breasts. The wings were placed in an “X” shape over the victim’s navel.
The broken toy plane wasn’t the only thing that was a little out of the ordinary. The murderer had left behind a pair of dice, one die covering each eyelid. Each die showed one pip. “Snake eyes,” Taylor thought to herself. She knelt down cautiously and used her pen to nudge the die lying on the victim’s left eyelid. As she suspected, it had been glued to the girl’s eyelid. A nearly new tube of airplane glue had been left near the girl’s head.
Taylor sighed again and looked down toward the girl’s pink panties. The edge of a matchbook poked over the top of the elastic band. Taylor snapped a picture of the girl’s lower abdomen. Then, using a pair of tweezers, she removed the matchbook.
The matchbook was from a place called the Born Against. She opened it up. “I’m back, Taylor baby” was written on the inside of the matchbook.
Sighing, Taylor knew this was going to be another long night.
Don't be a stranger, Jade (n/t)
A quick TT: World War III
She runs her tongue around her parched lips as she stands at the entrance of the Bombardier Bar’s double doors. The sun setting into the South Pacific bakes the back of her legs while the hot breeze swirls her silk flare skirt around her thighs. She swore off booze six months ago, but this trip to Fiji, and its unfolding truths has weakened her resolve, plus something has lodged itself in her throat. She needs the heat from a tall shot of bourbon to extricate the thing, or so she tells herself. “Christ!” she hisses as she pushes open the swing doors and steps into a dark world where only hints of bodies move about.
What she hears above the din of clattering voices speaking in clipped tones are the soft thuds of dice hitting felt then drowned by a wail of disbelief. Her pupils finally dilate to reveal a craps table in the corner to her right. Four grannies, in wraps of flowered cloth, are hunched and leaning over the table. Their elbows lost in folds of wrinkles. Each one is missing several teeth.
She walks to the rattan bar and takes a seat. The two large fans labor through the thick air driving the cigarette smoke down into the room. She looks up and hanging from the ceiling are at least a hundred miniature toy planes, Japanese warplanes with the country’s emblem painted on the sides like rouge. They sway from side to side with each rotation of the ceiling fans.
The bartender walks the length of the bar to stand in front of her. His white shirt clings to his body, wide circles of perspiration under his armpits, stubble from a two-day shaving hiatus thick around his chops. “What can I get yah?”
“Tall double bourbon, no rocks.”
“A little steep for this time of the day.”
“I don’t pay for advice, only a drink.”
“Tisst!” The bartender dismisses her as he grabs a tall glass, fills it with Jim Beam, and places the glass on a napkin, and then slides the glass between her hands and directly under her chin.
See if I offer up a thank you, you son-of-a-bitch. She stares down the barrel of the glass cylinder. Screw it and screw him! She downs the entire liquid only to have it held back by the thing in her throat. Her eyes water and she fears she will spew the liquor across the bar. Relax, and allow it to seep down past the growth. She closes her eyes as the searing subsides and the alcohol slides down her throat. That was close.
“Excuse me. Could you hand me those matches over there?” asks a guy sitting two empty seats away from her.
Without looking at him she reaches for the book of matches. The cover is stenciled with the Japanese flag. What’s with the Japanese theme? She turns to hand him the matches and recognizes the face, but can’t place where it fits in her life.
“Karin? Karin Williams?”
WOW............(m)
Great story I want to know the rest of it! I love the descrition that you use the snake eyes, the plane. Totally interesting!
Jade
PS I hope to pop in now and again!
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Kat
Nice one. How does she know the guy? Is he a hunk? Nice job.
Keep up the good work.
Jade
Have a mystical day,
Jade
Please Pray and Support O
Very Creative Use ...(m)
...of three words I threw up on the computer this morning because I forgot to post Tiny Tuesday before I left for work. Good read, EW. Sammi
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