The Other Side

DA359DAD-4E0A-4163-9124-C0055B765183As the lights dimmed slowly in the small storage room, Archer, the elderly curator of the small curio shop and museum, looked at the door that led to the alley behind the building. He was positive that what he was looking at was some sort of apparition. He walked back to the light switch, hit it, and the room slowly illuminated. The apparition was gone, and Archer shook his head, assuming that he was just tired.

Archer hit the light switch and as the lights started dimming again, the apparition reappeared. Archer walked closer to the door and looked carefully. What he saw was a man who seemed to be dressed in the garb of an old-time sailor, complete with a cap, a sailor’s knot tie, and thick, black mutton chop sideburns. He appeared to be leaning on a table and had a scowl on his face.

“Who or what are you?” Archer asked. “Are you real or am I hallucinating?”

“You are, indeed, hallucinating, Archer,” the apparition said in what sounded like a thick, Bavarian accent. “But I am not a sailor and I’m not from Bavaria.”

“How did you know that was what I was thinking?” Archer asked. “I never said anything out loud.”

“Archer,” the apparition said, “I’m your hallucination, so of course I know what you’re thinking. And for your edification, I am Dutch, and I’m a musician. I teach students at a music school. Can’t you read the sign above this door?”

“Actually I can’t,” Archie admitted. “But more important, apparition, why are you here? Why are you haunting me?”

“Haunting you? Is that what you think I’m doing? That is not at all the case. My job is to escort you, Archer, to the other side.”

“The other side of what?” Archer asked.

“This door.”

“That’s the the alley on the other side of that door,” Archer said. “I don’t need some damn apparition to get to the other side of that door.”

“Actually, Archer,” the apparition said, “the alley is gone. The shop is gone. Turn around and tell me what you see.”

Archer turned, looked down on the floor and saw a body. His body. He gasped. “What is going on? Is that me on the floor? Am I dead?”

“Come open the door, Archer,” the apparition said. “All of your questions will be answered when you get to the other side.”

Written for The Haunted Wordsmith Daily Prompt from Teresa. For this challenge, we’re supposed to write a story that’s set in a museum, that uses the line, “The lights dimmed slowly,” and that illustrates the photo from PublicDomainPictures at Pixabay.

Tenacious Tina

FDFF0B9C-EFA9-4A47-8562-EA961BB67E41Her name was Tina and she was tenacious, which is how she earned the nickname “Tenacious Tina.” She was a project manager in charge of a small team of analysts and was the always the first to jump in when new challenges were thrown their way.

She would schedule a team meeting, usually in the small conference room that doubled as the company library. Tina would introduce the latest project to her team and discuss whether or not it would be a good match for their skillsets.

Tina was very forthright in expressing her opinion, but, at the same time, she gave everyone the opportunity to contribute their own thoughts. The one thing that got under her skin, though, was a lack of seriousness; she didn’t truck foolishness from her team.

After about an hour of discussion, she would end the meeting and instruct her team members to noodle on the pros and cons of the potential project overnight.

They would reconvene the next day and Tina would, with input from the team members, ultimately make the go/no go decision. Of course, once she made the decision to pursue a project, Tina would live up to her nickname and she and her team would work tenaciously to successfully bring the project home.

Written for Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are “truck,” “skin,” and “library.” Also for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (tenacious), The Daily Spur (schedule), Ragtag Daily Prompt (match), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (forthright), and Word of the Day Challenge (noodle).

Nothing to Hide

9D652013-C4FC-48C8-AD1E-24E96D5C4ED0Donald Trump has claimed that he is “the most transparent president and administration in the history of our country by far.”

And yet, deferring to a last-minute instruction from the White House (i.e., Donald Trump) to disregard House Democrats’ demands, former White House Counsel Don McGahn is refusing to comply with the House Judiciary Committee’s subpoena for documents related to special counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation.

McGahn delivered some of the most damning testimony in Mueller’s investigation of whether Trump attempted to obstruct the probe into his 2016 campaign’s links to the Russian government. So is it any wonder that “the most transparent president and administration in the history of our country by far” is ordering McGahn, and others of his current and former White House staff, to defy congressional subpoenas?

To those of you who think Donald Trump is the greatest thing since sliced bread and is the second coming of Jesus, have you ever asked yourselves why he’s trying so hard to prevent people from testifying before Congress if he doesn’t have anything to hide? My guess is that you haven’t.

Mr. Transparency my ass!

He Was Good at His Job

0E96A2B2-54C0-4E65-A8F5-7743E703209DHe knew the neighborhood well. He studied the comings and goings of the people who lived in the houses in a four square block area. He observed their habits, memorized their routines. He was aware of the working couples who were gone during the day. He knew when the mothers took their kids to school in the mornings and picked them up in the afternoons. He knew when the old retired couples would be out taking their dogs for walks. He was a patient man. He watched and waited.

And then he’d see the USPS trucks, the UPS trucks, the FedEx trucks, and the Amazon trucks pull up in front of the houses in the neighborhood. He’d watch the drivers hop out of their trucks, go to the front doors, ring the doorbells, and when no one answered, leave the packages on the front porches or just outside of the doors.

And when the delivery trucks pulled away, he would casually walk up to the houses, looking as if he belonged. He would step up to the front door or onto the porch. He would pick up and walk off with the just delivered packages, the new arrivals.

He was the porch pirate. He was good at his job.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt, where the assignment is to write a post about New Arrivals.

Twittering Tales — The Invasion

B1B49ACC-F5FA-4C50-AE10-AE02C5F4C0D5“I have never seen anything like it,” Ann said. “It’s covering the whole city. It looks like Armageddon.”

“It’s a whopper of a storm, but it will pass,” Jim said, trying to reassure his wife.

Then they heard the booming voice coming from inside the cloud. “People of Earth….”

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: jplenio at