100WW — We Have Each Other

9CDC17CA-5D80-417C-AB13-C45EAF900045“Your mother was unhappy, Clair, but it had nothing to do with you,” her father said. “Sometimes people, even those who love each other, drift apart. They develop new interests, have different needs.”

“Will she ever be coming back?” Clair asked.

“I don’t know, honey, but I wouldn’t count on it,” he said. “She found another man who made her feel better about herself and decided that she’d rather be with him than with me.”

“And she’d rather be with him than with me, too,” Clair said.

“We’ll be okay, honey,” he said. “We have each other and this place.”

(100 Words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Her photo this week has the same scene as last week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt, but with two different people in the scene. She wanted to see, if given the same scene but with different people, we would find provocation for a different story. My two stories certainly are different. If you’re interested, HERE is the post I wrote last week.

A Mob Hit

Hand with a gun on grunge background“What do you mean you’re leaving?” Sandra asked. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know yet,” Barry said as he grabbed his passport, his wallet, and his roll-aboard.

“You don’t know?” Sandra said. “You sound totally incoherent, you know? You’re going off to who knows where, traveling hither and yon for some unknown period of time? What are the kids and I supposed to do?”

Barry felt terrible. The last thing he wanted to do was to abandon his family, but he knew it was for their own good. The mob was after him, not his wife and kids, so they’d be better off if he wasn’t around. All he had to do was to lay low and stay under the radar until the heat died down.

“Once I get to where I’m going,” Barry said, “I’ll send for you and the kids and we’ll figure out where we go from there.”

Barry walked out of the door that night and Sandra never heard from him again. The police  informed her a few weeks later that they had found his body. He was the victim of an apparent mob hit.


Written for these daily prompts: Weekly Prompts (passport), Word of the Day Challenge (incoherent), Your Daily Word Prompt (hither), Ragtag Daily Prompt (abandon), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (radar).

Three Flavorful Challenges

ben-and-jerryBen and Jerry were sitting in the crowded tasting room sampling their latest flavor experiment. “Ew!” Ben said. “Did you check the date before you used it?

Jerry looked at his partner. “Before I used what?” he asked.

“The vanilla flavoring,” Ben said.

“Of course I….” Before Jerry could finish, both men felt a significant rumbling. Everyone in the tasting room jumped up and ran out, leaving Ben and Jerry sitting by themselves in the otherwise empty room.

“Oh my God,” Jerry said.

“I know,” said Ben, “we’re having an earthquake!”

“Quick,” said Jerry, “I need my nitroglycerin tablets. I need to find my pillbox.”

“I think it’s in your jacket,” Ben said.

“Oh right,” said Jerry, taking his pill. “And the vanilla was fine, by the way.”


Written for these daily challenges: From Teresa, the Story Starter Challenge, where the sentence is “Did you check the date before you used it?” Also from Teresa, the Opposites Attract Challenge, where the opposite words are crowded and empty. And from Paula Light’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are earthquake, vanilla, and pillbox.

 

 

Twittering Tales — Pug in a Towel

3C37B976-D51E-4671-B3F6-8D57018ACE74They said he’d been traumatized before he was dropped off at the shelter wrapped in a towel.

They said he would need patience and understanding from a loving family.

They said it would take some time.

They didn’t say he’d wrap himself in that old towel and whimper all the time.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Matthew Henry at Unsplash.com.

Finish The Story — Tailoring a New You

2DE5AB34-0A4D-4E28-891B-20592C0F96C0I have been tagged by Paula Light to “Finish the Story,” which is exactly what I’m going to do, since this thread is already over 2,000 words!

Here’s How Teresa (aka The Haunted Wordsmith) got things started.

The small shop sat on the corner of Houston and Parker for more than a century. Any piece of clothing a person ever needed could be found there. They even sold hand stitched underwear. The Frederickson family owned the shop from the day it opened, and everyone loved the family.

It wasn’t just the customer service, low prices, and great quality that brought customers back for generations — it was the other things the Fredericksons offered. They say a new pair of clothes can change a person, and at A New You, they meant it. One had to be careful when requesting a custom suit – you didn’t want to get your specifications wrong. Why, even one misplaced check mark could have dire consequences on a person’s future.

Take Emilio for example, he …

And here’s how Rory (aka A Guy Called Bloke) added part 2

Take Emilio for example, he … had listened to his Father Fausto for years, since indeed when he had been kneehigh to a grasshopper crediting and hailing the Fredericksons or as his Father pronounced it the Frederickshons for their exquisitery and finery in being able to produce something absolutely remarkable from sometimes the most staidest of cloth and if not that then there was this magical element to the garments, you didn’t just wear the suit, the suit wore you!

Fausto, had been a young man when he had first ventured into the German tailors at the bequest of his own Father Gregorio, Emilio’s Grandfather only armed with the words — ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover Fausto, this family are from a long line of magical tailors. They enthuse the garments with not just love and beauty, nor experience and wisdom but if l didn’t know better, l would say with their very souls and blood, indeed it is almost like wearing another person’s skin, but in suit form. For the best suit anywhere in this world, this is the only place to be.”

“The moment you slip inside the fabric, it’s almost like you are a different person. My last bit of advice is you must know what you and who you want and where you want to be in life? Then the master tailor Gunther he will make you a masterpiece of craftsmanship. There will never be anything like it ever again, it will be your one and only suit from the time you start your professional life to the day you stop working, then you MUST take off that suit and return it to the family of the Frederickshons, so that they can destroy it, do you understand what l am saying to Fausto?”
“I think so Father, yes.” Fausto answered rather confusedly.

When Fausto had gone to the family tailors he had been made a suit so fine, so fitting that he never needed another suit ever again in his life, he had wanted to be rich and successful and within a very short time Fausto had become one of the cities most sought out grocers. No one had fruits or vegetables of the quality that Fausto had. No one could ever outsell him, outbid him, outsmart or outfool him. After 50 years he had built up an empire of grocery stalls that was the best in all of the Americas! Fausto had wanted his favourite and only Son Emilio to take on the family business, but Emilio needed his own power suit, his own successful three-piece so he could follow in his Father’s footsteps ………

.….except Fausto hadn’t actually asked his Son what and if he wanted to follow in his Father’s shadow, or if he wanted to lead his own life?
Of course the truth had he been asked was indeed different — Emilio wanted his sister Alessandra to take on her Father’s business. His sister had always been keenly astute on that side of the business, she was very taken with fruits and vegetables and herbs, she was a fabulous cook, who knew all the right ingredients to make each dish spectacular – she was in her own rights their families best chef! You see Emilio, well he had other interests, and they didn’t involve cucumbers, broccoli or marrows. He used to play with bananas and pretend they were guns. And even more recently he had made friends with Alphonse who had even bigger dreams.

Alphonse had at one time been a Five Points Gang member and was shrewd, he was also closely associated with the notorious Johnny Torrio. Alphonse himself was a right ‘snorky’, and also used the Frederickshons for his own suits, but he had many made and needed more than one, for his many shades of personality and success. Snorky was the terms for ‘sharp dresser’ and Emilio wanted to be like Alphonse too!

The year was 1923, the location was Chicago and Emilio and Alphonse walked into the Frederickshons Tailors where Gunther upon seeing them, greeting them both, “Emilio, your Papa Fausto said you would be stopping by with your new friend, but l never knew, this was the type of suit you wanted!” Turning to Alphonse, “Mr Capone it is so good to see you again, a new suit is it?”

“Gunther, not at all, I want you to outfit my new boy here, Emilio, tell the man what you want?”

Emilio, smiled a big proud toothy grin and said …..

Here’s how Kristian (aka Tales From the Mind of Kristian) added part 3

“I want to look drop dead gorgeous” Emilio said. He liked the ladies, but so far in his life, they seemed to realise he was a low life scumbag who liked gangs and violence and so stayed well away.

Unfortunately the Magical Tailor, Gunther, was become a trifle deaf. He was coming up to two hundred years old and was way past retirement age. Being slightly deaf, he failed to hear Emilio’s last word. You would have thought that it would have occurred to him that Emilio’s request was rather strange and therefore he must have misheard, but senility was creeping in, so he crafted the suit according to the very request he had heard.

Within a week of wearing it, Emilio had dropped dead.

The consequences of Gunther’s auditory and mental deterioration were even more drastically displayed when poor Tristram Van De Gould went in for a fitting.

He asked for a waistcoat that would make him appear slimmer, what he ended up with was a straightjacket that prevented him from eating at all. He died of an empty stomach.

If you thought things couldn’t get any worse, you were wrong because next……..

And then Paula (aka Light Moriffs II) added her Part 4

The taxicab stopped in front of the shop and a disparate group of Americans piled out. “Hey!” yelled the driver. “Someone needs to pay me!”

“Someone pay the poor guy, for Pete’s sake,” Bernie said. “What’s the matter with you people?” And he walked into the shop, bumping his head on the door. “Owww.”

“I’d love to pay him,” Kamala said, “but I gave all my money to that sweet little girl at the airport who said she was homeless.” She went into the shop too. Amy and Beto and Liz ran after her. “Wait for us!” they shouted.

Joe rolled his eyes. “Geez, I’ll pay him. I always get stuck with the check when I go out with those guys,” he said to the cabbie. “It’s just the weirdest thing!”

“I sympathize, buddy,” the cabbie said. “My in-laws are exactly the same. Have fun shopping.”

Trailing after the others into the shop, Joe found them already arguing with the suit maker, who was nearly deaf, apparently. Everyone was yelling. “CALM DOWN!” Joe shouted.

“I was here first,” Bernie insisted. “I should get to order my suit first.”

“Fine.” Amy plopped down in a chair. “I’ll just sit here and have some of their free juice. Can I drink it out of one of these shoes, Gunther?”

The ancient tailor heard his name and turned in her direction. “Ehh, no one here named Sue, honey. We have a Lucy, but she’s off today.”

“‘Scuse me!” Beto said. “But we don’t call women honey anymore. I got in trouble for making some jokes earlier, so now I intend to be an annoying sourpuss wherever I go. I think my suit should reflect my new personality of a serious man who has meditated deeply upon–”

Bernie waggled a finger in his face. “MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN!”

“Ahem,” Kamala said. “This is a perfect example of why we need a woman in charge. Men just feel so entitled to everything. It’s definitely time for women to show how things can be done in a more orderly and peaceful manner.”

“You hussy!” Liz cried. “You winked at my husband at the rally last month.”

“What are you talking about?” Kamala said. “Have you gone off the reservation again?”

“LOL!” Amy laughed, coughing on her shoe juice.

Beto tried so hard not to laugh he waved his arms around madly and knocked over a rack of ties. Joe picked them all up.

Liz showed Kamala a video on her phone. “See? There you are winking at my sweetie.”

“I was crying,” Kamala told her. “I have hay fever. I had to take a Benadryl.”

Gunther hobbled over and said, “Alrighty then, dearies. Who’s next? I’ve measured the men.”

Kamala went next. Liz said to Amy, “I don’t even know why we’re here. It seems so silly, but I didn’t want to be at a disadvantage when you all said you were getting these special suits made.”

“I know, right?” Amy shrugged. “They’re supposed to be magical, or something.”

“Hillary had a suit made here,” Joe said. “But then she didn’t wear it. I’m not sure why. I’d ask her, but she won’t talk to me anymore. Who can even understand women, am I right?”

They just glared at him. “Oopsy,” Beto said. “Uncle Joe needs to go for retraining. Perhaps some yoga.”

“What?” Joe looked around, bewildered. “What did I do?”

“This shop needs to unionize,” Bernie announced. “Who’s with me on that?”

Liz frowned. “I don’t see any employees, Bern. Plus, it’s another country. They don’t need your help.”

“Everyone needs my help!” Bernie waggled his finger at her.

Gunther finished up with Liz and Kamala, and now all six Americans had been measured and fitted for their custom suits. They had told Gunther exactly what their hopes were for the coming year and he would take that into account when designing their apparel. He tallied up the final bill and brought it back out to the front.

“All the suits should be ready in three weeks,” he said to the group. “I can have them air mailed for an additional fee, since I know everyone has to zip back across the pond to his and her busy lives. Now did you want separate cheques?”

Everyone looked at Joe. He sighed and took out his Amex. “No, I’ll put it on my card for the travel points. We’ll settle up later.”

“Thanks, Joe!” everyone said. “You’re the best! We’ll PayPal you!”

The suits did arrive three weeks later, as promised. But…

And now for my part last

But none of the suits fit. They were not only ill-fitting, but threads were ripping and the materials appeared to be cheap and frayed. And most disconcerting, there was no magic whatsoever.

Each of the customers complained to the Better Business Bureau, which immediately opened up a comprehensive investigation. After months of hearings and interviews, the BBB uncovered a vast conspiracy to undermine the manufacturing on the suits.

It turned out that that the tailor had, long ago, constructed a technicolor dream coat for a Russian autocrat named Vlad. And when Vlad found out about these new suits the magical tailor had been asked to make, he contacted an American mob boss who went by the name of “Tiny Hands,” who sent his son-in-law, Jared (aka, “The Kush”), to get his friend in high places, MBS, to lure the tailor to his country’s embassy, where he was dismembered and replaced with a body double imposter.

And the rest, as they say, is future history.

The End.