OLWG #81- The Right Thing

 This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The flash fiction, below, was written for practice.  Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Mandy lived her entire life in this small, damp seaside town. She had grown weary of the storms that continually battered the coast and vowed to leave for a climate more suited for her soul. So, when she graduated from high school she waited until the middle of a weekday night and took forty-five dollars from her father’s top drawer. She’d have taken more, but that was all she could find. As she was closing the drawer she spotted a monogrammed silver flask and on impulse snatched that as well. She packed a small bag and slipped out the front door where she made her way to the bus station.

At the depot she put the stolen money on the counter and told the agent that she needed a ticket to somewhere where the rains were soft, the winds were gentle, and the sun shone most of the time. The old man took her money and slipped it into his shirt pocket. He typed on the terminal, in front of him and printed a ticket which he pushed under the protective glass that he sat behind.

Pointing to his right he said, “take that passageway to gate three, but hurry the bus’ll be leaving in…” he glanced at the clock on the wall and pursed his lips, “’bout four minutes.”

Mandy grabbed the ticket and ran in the direction indicated. No one was waiting when she got to the gate and she began to panic. She rushed to the door and shoved it open so hard that it flew back and smacked the wall behind it. Smacked it hard, but she was relieved to see there was a bus waiting and the door opened as she approached. When she stepped up to enter, she looked inside. The driver was a young man, maybe 25 or 26 he wore tight black jeans with white socks that seemed to glow between his cuffs and his black patent leather shoes. His blue work shirt was tucked in at the waist and had the sleeves rolled up to display his guns. His dark hair was slicked back with a low fade. Rolling a toothpick in his mouth, he grinned at her with crooked ill-kept teeth.

“Where ya headed, doll?” he leered.

She said nothing, she handed him her ticket.

He perused it for a while and gave it back to her. “Find yourself a seat,” he said, “You’re in for quite a ride.” He pulled the lever that shut the door and Mandy turned, hoping to find a window seat. The bus was empty. No one was on board except her and the driver. A cold shiver tickled her spine. She walked about a quarter of the way back, tossed her bag in the overhead and took a seat on the driver’s side of the bus. Mandy began to have second thoughts and wondered if she was doing the right thing.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. ceramic drums
  2. a bee in your bonnet
  3. shadow children

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun


OLWG #12 – The Bus

 This weeks prompts are at the bottom. The story here is just for practice.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

The tall man with the mustache, wearing a black ball cap and duster stepped up on the number 17 bus. He flashed his pass for Isaac and moved down the aisle. Isaac put it in gear and pulled carefully into traffic. He started heading the two blocks down to where he would pull onto the 387 ramp.

The tall man had headed right towards that nice Miss Ramsdale. She took the 17 downtown every morning. Isaac assumed that she worked near the Ferguson and Solvada stop, since that was where she got off the bus. Isaac watched all his regulars; he looked out for them and made up stories about their lives in his head. It helped him to pass the time as he drove his route every day. Sometimes he stayed up late and wrote his stories down. He had made Miss Ramsdale  a legal secretary in a firm located on one of the top floors of any of the myriad glass faced office buildings in that neighborhood. He turned his head slightly to eavesdrop and watch in the mirror.

Excuse me ma’am,” he heard the man in the duster say, “is this seat taken?”

Miss Ramsdale scanned the almost empty bus, “No, no, it’s free.” He sat down and pushed his cap back on his head.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” the mustache asked.

Miss Ramsdale looked out the window and ignored him. Isaac signaled to move back to the right; back towards the curb. He could see what was happening.

Mustache cleared his throat, “Ahem, I asked you if you thought it was a nice day.” He said with an edge in his voice. An edge that Isaac didn’t like, not one little bit.

Miss Ramsdale continued to ignore the man as Isaac braked hard, he spun to his feet, then ran the three steps to where Miss Ramsdale sat, pinned next to the window by the stranger.

“I’m afraid you need to get off my bus, sir.” Isaac said to the man.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the man stammered as he stood, “I don’t want any trouble. I’ll just move to another seat.”

“You should have taken another seat when you boarded, sir.” Isaac intoned, “It’s too late now to try and make amends by simply moving. You need to get off my bus.” Isaac raised himself to his full 6’ 8” and looked down at the man.

“No need to make a federal case out of it, man. I’m going.” He made his way back to the front door and when Isaac opened it, mustache stepped down to the pavement.

Isaac looked in his mirror at Miss Ramsdale who sat looking at him with both hands clamped over her mouth and her eyes wide. He touched two fingers to the brim of his driver’s hat, nodded his head, took his seat and moved back into traffic heading towards the 387 on ramp.

As he merged onto the freeway he checked his mirror again. Miss Ramsdale’s hands had moved down to her lap but she continued to stare wide-eyed at Isaac.

She should thank me he thought as he worked his way through the gears accelerating to 65.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. Are we there yet?
  2. These kids today
  3. Scram

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes!