The Accommodation

E0AA1149-31E7-4A17-935B-8975CCD2AB8AAndy and his wife sat on the other side of the large, mahogany desk of Mr. Henry Simmons, the bank’s loan officer. “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Goldman,” Simmons said, “But you are three months in arrears on your mortgage payments. You leave the bank no choice but to initiate foreclosure.”

Sarah, Andy’s young and very attractive wife, had dressed very provocatively for this meeting, wearing a very short skirt, and a very low cut blouse with the top buttons undone. She and Andy had discussed their options, knowing that they were behind in their mortgage payments and also having heard rumors that Mr. Simmons was quite the lecher. They agreed that Sarah should put her considerable assets on display for Mr. Simmons.

After Simmons broke the news about the foreclosure, Sarah stood up, leaned forward towards Mr. Simmons, and shrugged her shoulders, giving the loan officer a fine view of her ample cleavage. “Mr. Simmons,” she said in a sultry voice, “I’m sure there must be some suitable way we can work this out, don’t you agree?”

Simmons looked over at Andy, who smiled and said, “Luscious, isn’t she?”

Simmons looked at Sarah, then back at Andy. “Am I to understand, Mr. Goldman, that you are offering me your wife in exchange for not foreclosing on your home?” he asked.

Sarah leaned forward even further, leaving nothing of her charms to Simmons’ imagination. She slowly moistened her lips with her tongue, seductively smiled, and whispered, “What do you think, Henry?”

Simmons cleared his throat, wiped his brow, and said, “My dear, I think we have reached an accommodation.”

At that, the door to Mr. Simmons’ office swung open and the bank president and a security guard walked in. The bank president said, “Henry, I think it’s time to start anew.” Then he turned to the security guard, pointed to Simmons, and said, “Arrest that man.”

“Wait!” Simmons said. “There’s been a huge miscommunication here. Nothing untoward happened.”

Andy stood up, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled out the wire he was wearing. The bank president then said, “We’ll let the jury at your bank fraud case decide that after they hear the tape, Henry.”


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (arrears), Ragtag Daily Prompt (suitable), Word of the Day Challenge (luscious), Your Daily Word Prompt (anew), Weekly Prompts (communication), and The Daily Spur (jury). Photo credit: FlutterByStudios@DeviantArt.com

One-Liner Thursday — Mazie Barr the Door

90A0CA11-BB85-44ED-AAF4-6D04FE62BE84I know that I usually post one-line quotes on Wednesday in response to Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt. But yesterday, at the televised Senate Judiciary Committee hearing involving Attorney General (and Trump ass-kisser William Barr), Democratic Senator from Hawaii, Mazie Hirono, said this to Barr:

“Mr. Barr, now the American people know you’re no different than Rudy Giuliani or Kellyanne Conway or any of the other people who sacrificed their once-decent reputations for the grifter and liar who sits in the Oval Office.”

Oh Mazie, you go, girl!

But she didn’t stop there. She went on to say:

“But now we know more about your deep involvement and trying to cover up for Donald Trump. Being attorney general of the United States is a sacred trust. You have betrayed that trust. America deserves better. You should resign.”

Oh snap!

Unfortunately, the President believes that he is a dictator who is above the law and who can do whatever he wants to do — legal, ethical, moral, or otherwise. And the Attorney General of the United States, along with the Republicans in Congress, are his enablers. Barr isn’t going to resign, Republicans are not going to suddenly develop spines and scruples, and Trump isn’t going away anytime soon.

Sad.

#writephoto —Tudor Fixer-Upper

121AFF2B-15EF-4063-BD8A-E6588A0C9F14“You said you were interested in a large Tudor-style home and that you didn’t mind a bit of a fixer-upper,” the broker explained to her client as the two of them stood on the street looking at the house she wanted him to see. “And it’s within your budget, too.”

Douglas stared at the house. “First of all,” he said, “Whoever built this place went a little overboard in trying to achieve the Tudor look, don’t you think? The whole facade is just garish and overdone.”

“Yes, well, the home was built nearly 200 years ago and for some rich people back then, an ornate, over-the-top style was thought to be a tribute to their great wealth. Besides, that’s an easy fix,” the broker said. “It’s just cosmetic.”

“Maybe so,” Douglas said, “but the house looks uneven, like parts of it are sinking into the ground. That generally means there are foundation issues, which are far from cosmetic.”

“True, but not insurmountable,” the broker insisted. “You should really let me show you inside the house. I promise you’ll be impressed.  And,” she added, “the owner is very eager to sell.”

“Yeah, I bet he is eager to sell,” Douglas said, “before the whole structure collapses in on itself. I’ll pass on this one. What else can you show me?”


Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt challenge from Sue Vincent.

Three Line Tales —Mildred’s Birthday Party

7D29A457-3B3E-4B34-85A1-A7B462218729It was Mildred’s 90th birthday and Gladys, Mildred’s daughter, bought a cake, invited the other girls over, and placed nine candles on it, one for each decade of Mildred’s life.

Gladys began cutting the cake when Beatrice interrupted her and reminded Gladys that, as it was Mildred’s birthday, Mildred should be given the opportunity to blow out the candles.

Mildred was none too happy at Beatrice’s suggestion, but being the obliging lady that she was, she stood up, took a deep breath, and started to blow out the candles when, much to her chagrin, her upper denture came flying out of her mouth and landed right on top of the cake.


Written for this week’s Three Line Tales from Sonya. Photo credit: Unsplash.

50 Word Thursday — Drunk Again

4F12D8C8-7323-41EE-9CC6-557DD3525485Suzanne walked across the street, rang the bell, and waited for Ellen to answer the door. Ellen could readily see that Suzanne had been crying. Obviously, Suzanne’s husband, who is the local preacher they sarcastically called “Elmer Gantry,” was drunk again.

Ellen hugged Suzanne. “We need to talk,” she said.

(50 words)


Written for this week’s 50 Word Thursday from Teresa at The Haunted Wordsmith. The idea is to use the picture above and the line “Elmer Gantry was drunk” from the Sinclair Lewis book Elmer Gantry, and to craft a story between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments.