Where Have You Gone, Mitzi Gaynor?_Rhubarb Pie_Blind Bidding Wars_Yours truly, Adelaide St. Claire
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Where Have You Gone, Mitzi Gaynor?
Where Have You Gone, Mitzi Gaynor?The doorbell rang and Mitzi Gaynor sprang from her mistress’ lap and leapt about the living room.“Mitzi. It’s just the door, girl,” May Jean Dolan said. “You ought to be used to it by now.” A wide grin worked its way across her face. “Look at her, dear,” she urged her husband.Joe Dolan twisted a bony knuckle into the well of an eye. He glanced up from his puzzle with silent scorn, hooded after months of practice. Feigning interest in the Airedale puppy, he suppressed a yawn. It was a scene he had witnessed more than a few times. His life had become a dull, ac...
Rhubarb Pie
Present day…Diamond Pete Lansing, aged sixty-eight, slammed his red-faced fists on the conference room table. “No! No! No!” he screamed, each word accented with a slam and followed by a mist of spittle. “Gonna git my trucks! Gonna git my guns!”Virginia and Wilson Buss, aged sixty-four and sixty-five, glanced at each other. Their faces were tight and they held hands beneath the table. Father Norval, a spry fifty-five, stood up and licked his lips. “Peter, please–”“-Aww, hell naw!” Diamond Pete said. He threw his white Stetson cowboy hat down on the table. Peter Lansing, born in Iowa, didn’t hav...
Blind Bidding Wars
"The South facing balcony removes any concern for the afternoon sun. Yet has this seaview unlike other stacks that face the other block." Meg stretched her iphone towards Rachel to show the compass indicating S 165°.Rachel nodded and backed into the living room. This is the best unit so far. I could place my TV on this side, extend out the kitchen toward the main door and enclose it with a glass sliding door. The layout is definitely more squarish than the earlier one. "Do you have any more questions for me? Or would you like to take a second look at the master bedroom or the kitchen?""No, I a...
Yours truly, Adelaide St. Claire
***The story contains occasional coarse language.***"Dear Miss Adelaide, "The confidence and perseverance you've displayed over the years is quite remarkable, yet your short stories keep failing to impress us. In all honesty, our editors would rather eat the paper your story is typed on, including the envelope and the stamp, than read and critique it.We do appreciate your weekly support, but we humbly suggest you save the $5 submission fee and buy yourself a nice pair of shoes, or a dress instead. Your complexion surely could benefit from a nice stroll in the park this lovely spring, could it ...