Tag: weekly story

1.26 “Help”

WWNDD? Well, Nancy Drew would put on her big girl panties and follow her new friend inside the shed. Fortune favors the bold. The lights flipped on when I hit the threshold. This garden shed did not meet any of my preconceived notions. Missing…

1.25 WWNDD

  Irrational fears come in all flavors – beards, butterflies, spiders, clowns, rollercoasters,  darkness, snakes, mice, ghosts, death, blood, needles, dogs, public speaking, the color yellow, heights, and bathing – for instance. If a long Latin name attaches itself to your favorite, you know…

1.24 One More Time With Feeling

(My plate after Beatrice and I dished up our late dinner!) The shadows shrouding the walk between the alley (where I was allowed to park the Princess) and the Lavender Lady were only slightly shallower than those I’d encountered in Nevermore this evening. We…

1.23 Is It Tresspasing If You Have Keys?

The upside about driving for FLYT? My black uniform doubles as ninja gear or perhaps cat burglar attire, either way, I am tough to see at night (I prefer ninja btw). When Ben gave me my walking papers, he was so intent on wresting…

1.22 The Way Home

What do you do when you unexpectedly find yourself in the mire? You keep putting one foot in front of the other and walk thru it. Mr. Grindle’s return call sucked me forcibly out of the rabbit hole I’d fallen into while sitting in…

1.21 When It Rains….

On the upside finding parking near Mr. Grindle’s event proved rather easy. A poorly lit lot provided by a neighborhood park worked out just fine. Might kill my eyes to plumb the depths of the internet in the low light but I suppose that’s…

1.20 The Game’s Afoot…

Mr. Grindle lived on the opposite edge of the Old Town and his destination (according to my FLYT driver app) just over a mile away. When I pulled up to the curb, I spied a silver-haired man in his fifties. When he turned to…

1.19 My Career as a Chauffeur

(The Princess as she was when I bought her, before spiffing her up!) FLYT: Whether it’s hop, skip or a jump, start your trip with us! My new interim career: chauffeur. Sounds glamorous right?  On my first day I donned black slacks, vest and…

1.18 Sugar & Spice and Nothing Nice

Remember when I I said I forgot to ask Beatrice about something when she toured me through the Lavender Lady? When she lured me into a very reasonable lease? Yeah, I figured it out. The penny dropped when I started searching for the promised…

1.17 Unfortunate Roommates

So while the shadows grew long and the light turned orange, red and gold outside the Lavender Lady, inside her walls finally held all my earthly possessions and most of my closest friends. Filled with satisfaction and surrounded by the physical manifestation of our…

1.16 Pizza With Indiana Jones

I blame Indiana Jones. A ten year old me wanted nothing more than to roam the earth with Professor Jones (as I called him because I’d be a student, not a love interest) finding idols, grails and such things. So to prepare I did…

1.15 Sweet and Sour

Rolling down the window of sickly pumpkin colored hybrid, “Talking on your phone again?” The opening salvo. Returning fire, I gestured with my phone, “Sure looks that way.” I opened my email, hoping the glowing screen and obvious inattention would spark the idea of…