Category Archives: Short Story

April. 29, 2017 – A to Z Challenge – Y

Today was a very long day.  The first event was the Drug Take Back Day at the Niskayuna Town Hall. Was there from 9:30 until 2 PM.  Then home and a nap then out to dinner at our friends. Home at 10:30 and had to watch the Samantha Bee alternative to the Correspondents Dinner.

Turns out this is the last night of the A to Z Challenge.  There are 5 sundays in April this year. So Y in the letter but I just might throw in a z for fun,  I am very tired so this is going to be short…

Short Story = The Bar Story

Jerry loved to go to the Turnkey Bar on Friday nights.  It was always filled with lots of women who worked in the fashion industry since the Turnkey was located in the middle of the part of Manhattan where all the designers offices are.

His favorite plan was to stand at the end of the bar with a beer in hand and wait to see if any of the lovelies were waiting for someone or appeared to be alone.  He never acted impulsively.   Then once he had made his decision he would walk over and offer to purchase a drink for her and chat her up about her work, where she came from etc.  He always agreed with anything she had to say.  After about 10 minutes he would make the decision in his mind whether to continue the chat or to move on but he never closed the door.

He would talk up at least four women every Friday night and then get himself another drink and make the decision as to who he wanted to end the evening with.  He was so agreeable in his discussions that many of these women totally fell for his lines. He was for sure a yetman who figured out which person would be the most advantageous to go back to.  Most of the time he actually did score and since he was only interested in one night stands I guess that worked for him. Made for a happy Friday night every week for him.




April 27, 2017 – A to Z Challenge – W

Gerald was quite the fellow.  He lived in a great big Victorian house on a lane just outside of the village.  His parents had left him quite a bit of money so although he worked at the local library it was never with any great energy.  Just a way to say hello to the village residents and maybe to find a sweet lass from time to time to ask out on a date.

Marriage was not in the cards for him but he was not lonely.  His cousin Miriam had moved in with him several years ago and the two of them made quite the pair.  She was very neat and prim and managed to keep everything organized.  Gerald on the other hand was quite good at woking.   She found it amusing at first but later started to wonder about him.  Did he have dementia? Had he suffered a brain injury in the past?  She could not figure it out.

At his job in the library he was a worksop.  The others who worked with him really found it to be annoying.   His desk was filled with post it notes with lists and more lists.  Always stating that everything  was urgent.  It became a game with the other library staff tracking the number of minutes a day that Gerald spent making lists of things to do that he was never able to accomplish due to his list making.

And in both settings he would come walking into either the kitchen or the staff room and all of a sudden develop that blank stare.   You would almost count the seconds as he stood there and thought to himself, “what the hell did I come in here for?”  Then he would turn around and walk out and go back to what ever he had been doing before.  Miriam always tried to figure out what it was he had been looking for or coming to get that he had totally forgotten.  The library staff wondered if he was going to realize he had missed his lunch again.

Gerald had the propensity to entertain those around him and that made him a special fellow to all who knew him.


April 26, 2017. – A to Z Challenge – V

Short Story – The Challenge of a Vollenhave

What a gorgeous morning!  I woke up before 6, worked out, showered, had a lovely breakfast of an energy shake and a bran muffin and then headed out to work.  The endorphins were in great shape since I felt like a million dollars.

The Manhattan streets were busy as usual and at times it was a fight to get across the various streets.  Everyone seemed to be extra hurried this particular morning.  Deciding to slow down and not join the rush I moved out towards the curb and made my legs slow down. Great feeling not to be pushed around by the attitude of others.

My pace made it possible to actually look around and check out everyone, well not all but a general look around.  All of a sudden I heard a voice calling to me.  As I looked  across the street I was John, an old acquaintance waving to me and mouthing that I should stay put and wait for him.  Darn, now this was going to be a predicament.  I was going at a pace to get me to work just on time.  If I wait for him I am going to be late.  What to do?

Since our eyes had met I could not pretend I did not see him.  When I arrived at the corner I waited while he crossed the street.  My business card in my hand at the ready.  He rushed up and tried to give me a big hug and a kiss? That was totally weird.  Alas I took his hand and put my card into it.  I told him I was going to be late for work but if he was going my way he was free to join me other wise he could call me in an hour at work.  He looked disappointed since he was going the other direction.

As he walked away my day began to return to its former state.  The morning was glorious and life was good.

April 22, 2017 – A to Z Challenge – S

I had planned to just write about the Science March today in DC but changed my mind as there were threeS words in the S section of “The Deeper Meaning of LIff” that tickled me.  First though I will tell you that there were tons of people at the march and they for sure were not paid to be there. Loved all the home made signs and the costumes were great.  Loved the knitted pink hats with brains added on to the top.  Lots of nerdy types were there.  Young students, old professor or researcher types, and families who either one or both parents were employed as researchers, MD’s, PhD’s etc.

Everyone was friendly, peaceful and polite.  They read each other’s signs and some took pictures of the better ones.  A lady from Pittsburgh who’s husband works in research was there with her mother who is 91 with Alzheimer’s disease.  She talked to Sol and took her picture with her sign.  She was very pleasant and we had a nice chat.

It rained, drizzled, stopped raining and then rained again.  I saw no one complaining.  We had been late getting started because unfortunately I had not checked kids bodies for ticks and our little granddaughter came back with four.  Guilt was the feeling I started the day with.  I know better than not to check. So now she is on a months worth of antibiotic.   Darn, Double Darn is all I can say.  Back to our day, we ate lunch at Dunkin Donuts and then Mom took the little one to a birthday party and the rest of us went on to the march.  We returned home by 4ish as it just got too chilly for me out there and my back was freezing from being wet and cold.  Took the Metro and then walked back to the house.  It worked out well as the rain was just starting again as we arrived at the house.

That was my day.  Other than the guilt I enjoyed it, am very tired and will write a little short story now with two words in it from “The Deeper Meaning of Liff”


Uncle Henry always seemed to be about 100 years old to me when I was a young girl. He had very peculiar habits but they were excused because of his age.  Henry always started his day by dressing himself very neatly in a suit and tie even if he had no intention of leaving the house.  Before retirement he had been a solicitor but now he was reduced to the position of skellister.  People would politely ask his legal opinion on some subject just to let him know they knew of his past level of respect in the courts but really did not care about the response.  But he also had some old faithful clients who still came to him for wills and other legal papers.  It was good for him.

With the onset of old age and lack of a house keeper Uncle Henry would at times hire me to come over and clean up for him.  There were jobs he did for himself, like dishes but he dreaded having to dust and polish the furniture and the floors. So those were my jobs as well as changing the sheets on the little bed he used in an old guest room.  He had loved Aunt Marya and could not bear to sleep in the bed they had shared for more than fifty years.  He kept flowers in their bedroom and always wanted to make sure I did a good cleaning in there for Marya.  I suspect he would sit on the love seat and read the poetry books that she had loved so much.  Those were the kind of things I learned about him that made me love him and not complain about helping him.

This particular morning I knew things were getting stressful for him.  There he was drinking coffee from an egg cup.  He is such a snover when it comes to cleaning up the dishes.   I wondered how many other items he would figure out he could drink coffee from before he would be reduced to having to do something about it.  I did not dare look in the sink when I went into clean the kitchen floors.   He seemed to be able to go weeks with all the various containers he found to drink his coffee from and I believe he went through not only the every day china but the good stuff too before he had to give in.

I was finished sweeping when he called to me and asked me to pick out a piece of straw from the broom.  I thought by purchasing some regular toothpicks I would be able to change his habit of being a sigglesthorne but it did not seem to have worked.  That day it was the broom, next time it might be a twister tie from the bread loaf.  He just had these habits that had developed over years and nothing I could say or do or offer to do would change him.   I thought about Aunt Marya and what she would think of this behavior, or had it always been there.  Maybe I will ask him why he insists on this.  It sure grossed me out every time he asked me for a piece out of the straw broom.  I guess to know him is to love him so I will just continue to care about him just the way he is.

April 21, 2017 – A to Z Challenge – R

Lovely drive to DC today.  Girls were great as usual and I did not fall asleep. My greatest fear… They were happy to see their mom and dad but did not reject me.  Just over seven hours with two stops and one of those was a lunch break. We ate out on a picnic bench on the Jersey Turnpike.  Had things they like so they were happy. Also had to listen to 1.5 hour of Kids Bop on the radio but eventually told them I just could not do it any more.  Went to NPR for some news.  Missed a big storm which hit just after we arrived.

Short Story based on actual happenings (not) that you might relate to.

We, Jimmy and I, were both so excited about this trip.  A romantic week in San Francisco that would give renewed energy to our relationship.  Arrived at the airport the required 2 hours ahead of time and sat and shared a sweet and drank our coffees. He prefers it straight and strong while I like mine mild and very creamy.  The chocolate croissant just hit the spot.

As we approached our gate it was obvious that this was going to be a full flight.  I prayed that the two seats we were assigned would be lovely ones with the third person in the row being a nice thin easy to get along with individual.  We snuggled together as they started to call the various people to board.  Handicapped first, then families with young children, one and all.   We were in the third group to board and as we arrived at our row there was someone sitting in the middle seat.  That was suppose to be my seat I believed.

The fellow sitting there looked up and asked if there was a problem.  I said I thought that was my seat.  He pulled out his ticket and it said seat B.  I pulled out mine and for some reason it said seat C.  The flight attendant came along because we were holding up others getting seated.  She said she was sorry but obviously we had been given seats not together.  The fellow sitting there stated he was not interested in switching.  In my mind I was swearing at him but felt pressured just to sit.  Jimmy waited while the fellow moved out into the isle and then Jimmy looking sad took his window seat.  Eventually I got the isle seat and settled in.  We talked over the fellow since he was so exacting about that being his seat.  Even with the attendant making it clear to him that he could switch.

We were facing a three hour flight with this lovely fellow but that was not going to be the end of it.  Turns out he was a rochester.  I opened my book and started to read.  Figured I would just ignore the entire situation but that was not to be.  A little person like myself does not take up much room but it would have been nice to have a little elbow room but the big fellow was not giving up an inch.  I looked over and Jimmy was also being squeezed off of any hope of having arm room.  Sure would be nice if the attendant spilled a drink on him, maybe some hot coffee. But I suppose then I would have received a poke in the face as he raised his over bearing arm to protect himself.

Jimmy and I survived the flight and were happy to get away from this fellow.  We double checked our tickets home and made sure we were sitting together. At least them we would share the arm of the seat wrapped up together.

April 20, 2017 – A to Z Challenge -Q

What a good day!  The girls made their signs for Saturday’s march.  And after lunch they went to the  Pine Bush Environmental Center.  They had a wonderful time and walked the trails and had fun learning about turtles in the Pine Bush.  Then we packed up their things to get ready for tomorrows trip to their home.

Going to be a long day but I have even prepared them that I might take a nap at some point if I get tired.  Should be a fun day.  Lots of snacks and drinks and books and toys to keep them busy.

Now to tonight’s story.

Jennifer’s in laws were coming to visit and she was frantic.  They had never been to Bob’s and her home and she wanted it to shine.  She had made a list of all the things that needed to be done before they arrived.   She had been working the last two weekends making sure everything was perfect.

They were due to arrive in that evening so she started working on food prep.  But then went back to cleaning.  She was obsessed about getting the front door window clean.  That would be the first thing they would see when they arrived.

She cleaned it and then went on to a final vacuuming. When she went out to get the mail and walked up to the door she saw a spot on the window.  Darn, it was not clean. She got the window cleaner out again and cleaned that window.  It looked just fine from the inside so she thought it was good.

At six the inlaws arrived. She went out to meet them and as she walked up to the door she had a terrible realization.  The spot was a quenby and she had never realized.  She was so embarrassed and was sure the inlaws would be judging her on that spot.   After a while once they were in the house she realized she had over reacted but still snuck out at some point that evening and cleaned that spot.  Now she would be able to sleep tonight.

April 19, 2017 – A to Z Challenge – P

In “The Deeper Meaning of LIff” the letter P list of words have many good choices.  I was giggling as I read through them.  Finally picked one.  Was tempted to use several words but that might be for later.

Had a great day with the girls.  We went to have lunch with Grandpa at Union College. It was a busy fun time. Meeting old friends, eating in the upper class dining hall, and going to watch the Union College Men’s Hockey team shooting pucks. The girls were fascinated that they were playing hockey without skates and that a couple of the guys had on roller blades.  When we got home Little Bear and I both fell asleep for a couple of hours. Big sister took care of both of us and kept very quiet.  Dinner was left overs and then we went for a walk.

So now on the Short Stories –

It was a crisp fall day in Manhattan.  I rose early and put on my sweats and t-shirt and headed out to the park for a walk.  Bushes were beginning to bloom and there was the sweet smell of spring in the air.  At the early hour most of the people in the park were either walkers, bikers or runners.

I put in my hour running around the various paths and started my 15 minute walk to slow everything down.  It felt so good to be out in the early morning and knowing that I  have this time to plan up my day and think out problems and rid my day of stress.

I finally was calmed down enough and was just enjoying watching people as I walked.  I was approaching a bench where a pingandy was seated.  I decided this was someone I wanted to meet.   I approached him and asked if I could sit down on the bench with him.  He was a cute looking little old guy.  He dressed in a pin strike gray suit and even had an ascot on that was in shades of red and brown. It was outstanding.  He wore high end black shoes highly polished.

He introduced himself as Albert Windsor.  He spoke in a British accent.  He said he had worked in finance for many years and had chosen to retire to New York and live in the Dakota because he had been a great fan of John Lennon.  His wife had come with him from London but had died a year or so ago.  He liked to come out to the park where they use to walk every day.  She had been quite a famous woman in England.  In her youth she had been a tennis star, she had turned her stardom into a TV gig as a commentator.  They had met and married but never had children.   He missed his wife so much.

I told him I ran four times a week.  He said he could not imagine it.  I suggested we go for a coffee near the Dakota so off we went.  It must have been a funny sight.  This pingandy and this sweaty younger woman.  It was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.