tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post3686108405054751782..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: Monday MuseWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-15824620617115121602009-03-24T11:33:00.000-04:002009-03-24T11:33:00.000-04:00Both of these were awesome! Um, Heather, your sto...Both of these were awesome! <BR/><BR/>Um, Heather, your story mirrors an "episode" or three in my life, except I wasn't so dramatic.<BR/><BR/>:pCasey Somethinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596079290053524103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-11050293616806771212009-03-24T09:55:00.000-04:002009-03-24T09:55:00.000-04:00LMAO!!!! Heather, that was a great read!LMAO!!!! Heather, that was a great read!Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247435580507783428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-79626681875740521042009-03-24T09:44:00.000-04:002009-03-24T09:44:00.000-04:00Um...*looks around trying not to catch anyone's ey...Um...<BR/><BR/>*looks around trying not to catch anyone's eye*<BR/><BR/>It's not autobiographical, or anything.<BR/><BR/>;)<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Lightverse! Yours rocked too.Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-65877919823685665292009-03-24T07:40:00.000-04:002009-03-24T07:40:00.000-04:00Oh boy is that soooo typical! How many times does...Oh boy is that soooo typical! How many times does that happen - he lies and eventually he convinces you to take him back? (Until you finally wise up and his 'one last chances' run out.)<BR/><BR/>This was great!RJ Clarkenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03018296461199649445noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-69664832734847156762009-03-24T07:02:00.000-04:002009-03-24T07:02:00.000-04:00“Lies, lies, LIES! Everything that comes out of yo...“Lies, lies, LIES! Everything that comes out of your mouth is a lie!” My internal BS detector was going off like a goose on crack. He didn’t really think I’d believe that? Please god, tell me that he didn’t think I was that stupid.<BR/><BR/>“What I meant to say--”<BR/><BR/>“Lie!” I screamed.<BR/><BR/>We stared each other down. He opened his mouth, then shut it. Then opened it again.<BR/><BR/><I>Go on, I dare you</I>, I mentally challenged.<BR/><BR/>“And?” he said finally.<BR/><BR/><I>“And?”</I> my screech hurt my own ears. <I>That</I> was what he was going to say? He was admitting to lying and <I>that</I> was his excuse?<BR/><BR/>Was he kidding me with this? Hell no.<BR/><BR/>HELL. NO.<BR/><BR/>“This time… this time, I swear to god…” My hand was shaking and I couldn’t finish my sentence.<BR/><BR/>He pulled me close, his lips brushed against my temple. I could smell his cologne and his fabric softener mixed together – the smell always made me hot.<BR/><BR/>“Just one more chance?” He asked softly before brushing another kiss against my skin.<BR/><BR/>I exhaled. What could I do? “One more. And that’s it.”Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-90657429934707418042009-03-23T14:31:00.000-04:002009-03-23T14:31:00.000-04:00Gottcha--LOL! Loved it!!!Gottcha--LOL! Loved it!!!Jennahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01247435580507783428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-18281005078200189002009-03-23T14:12:00.000-04:002009-03-23T14:12:00.000-04:00Hahaha! That was great!Hahaha! That was great!Trish Dollerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04011138446819297720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-24075705947540085832009-03-23T11:49:00.000-04:002009-03-23T11:49:00.000-04:00Jessica sat across the table from the guy Alana sa...Jessica sat across the table from the guy Alana said was a perfect match for her. Jessica hated blind dates, but agreed to go on this one largely because Alana was a force of nature. You could seldom win against Alana when she got an idea in her head. Still, Jessica didn’t hold out much hope for the evening, either.<BR/><BR/>According to Alana, ‘Matt’ was still single because he worked so much that he didn’t have time to meet any quality women. <I>Uh huh, right. That old excuse.</I> <BR/><BR/>But, to be fair, <I>so far,</I> Matt seemed okay and he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either. He said he was an attorney at a mid-sized Midtown law firm. (Jessica had a few doubts there, but let it go for the time being.)<BR/><BR/>He had been regaling Jessica with a story about the probate battles of a late, gay theatre impresario - and about just who of the man’s heirs would end up with possession of his four Tony awards. Suddenly, Matt changed topics.<BR/><BR/>“So, where’s your house during the summer?” Matt flashed a smile at Jessica.<BR/><BR/>“Sorry?” <BR/><BR/>“You know - the Hamptons or Fire Island?”<BR/><BR/>Jessica’s cheeks turned pink. She decided to turn it around. “Where do <I>you</I> go, Matt?”<BR/><BR/>“Actually, <I>we</I> go to the Cape.” He put a lot of pompous emphasis on the word ‘we’.<BR/><BR/>For the moment, Jessica ignored any implied meaning and asked politely, “Cod?”<BR/><BR/>“Yes, of course.” <I>Like, where else?</I><BR/><BR/>“Where on the Cape?” Jessica smiled back at Matt.<BR/><BR/>Briefly Matt looked surprised, but then answered, “Uh, Chatham.”<BR/><BR/>“Where in Chatham?” Jessica smiled more brightly.<BR/><BR/>“Oh, you know, the west part,” replied Matt, seeming a little less certain now.<BR/><BR/>“Ah!” said Jessica. Her smile was brighter, still. “Then you <I>must</I> know the Ingersolls. Everyone there does. They give the best parties in late summer, don’t they?”<BR/><BR/>“The Ingersolls. Right. Their – uh – parties are great. Yeah.”<BR/><BR/>“You don’t have a house there, do you? You don’t know the Ingersolls, huh?” asked Jessica. She kept her gaze level.<BR/><BR/>Matt sat dumbfounded for a moment. Finally, he said, “Okay - well, not exactly a house. But, I’ve stayed there – uh – once. A while ago. With my parents. All right – fine! I admit it. I can’t afford the Cape on a first year associate’s salary at a small firm. Not with paying off student loans and all that crap. I thought I’d impress you, but it looks like that won’t happen. Alana never said you were a rich brat. So, listen, Jessica - why don’t you just go hang with your spoiled little buds at the Cape, okay? And say hi to the Ingersolls from me! I do not need this!” With that, Matt tossed his napkin on the table and stormed away from Jessica.<BR/><BR/>Jessica grinned. She fake-whispered after the recently departed BS artist, “Oh you poor thing! That was quite a bit of overacting on your part, you know, although I did catch you in quite a lie! But you know, I don’t have a house there either, Matt. And just so you know – or not, as is the case - I just made up the Ingersolls. Too bad <I>you</I> don’t have a bullshit detector, too!”RJ Clarkenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03018296461199649445noreply@blogger.com