13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 7

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in VainWeek seven of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!

Prompt:  A boy puts a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth comes out.

The Gumball Caper

by

Kim Izzy

 

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The Gumball Caper by Kim Izzy

 

Timmy stood there staring at his hand. Tears streamed down his face. He snuck away from Mommy while she was in aisle six so that he could sneak back without her knowing. He’d gotten two cavities, whatever those were, last week at the dentist and now mommy wouldn’t let him have candy or gum.

Raiding the change in the sofa, he’d found a quarter. Daddy always let them have any change found. Usually they didn’t care because Mommy gave them quarters.

He’d better get back before Mommy realized he was gone. Turning he saw mommy rushing towards him. Oh, no!

Tears rushed down his face now.

“Timmy, what’s wrong? What happened?” Mommy yelled across the store.

Timmy couldn’t speak. His face felt hot, everyone was staring at him.

“Did someone hurt you?” Mommy asked dragging Dylan by the hand, pushing Ida Marie in a cart.

A crowd gathered. He was scared. When mommy reached him, Timmy opened his hand.
The yellowish/white tooth received a round of “uh, gross” from the crowd.

Mom’s eyes narrowed, “Timothy, where did you get that?”

He pointed to the gumball machine two steps away.

She reached down into Little Ida Marie’s diaper bag, pulling out two wet wipes. She took the tooth out of his hand with one.

Thrusting the other into his hands, Mom ordered, “Here wipe very, very good.”

She watched him carefully. It scared him. When he finished, the wipe was reddish brown.

“When we get home, you and I will have a long talk.” She turned to the crowd. “He’s okay. I will go talk to the manager regarding this matter.” Her comments didn’t stop the crowd from following them to the store’s office.

Mommy pushed him with her body towards the door. Why were they going there? He hadn’t done anything wrong, like last year when he was seven and had taken . . . no, Mommy said, stolen a candy bar. She made him pay the manager. The manager scared him. He fought her for months to get out of grocery shopping.

The manager eyed him but asked, “Mrs. McCole, what can I help you with today?”

“This is what you can help me with!” Mom shoved the tooth at the manager, her voice high pitched.

The manager finally seemed to notice the crowd.

Cough, “I see,” coughed again, “I see you found the fake tooth we use to . . .” he coughed again, “to scare the kids into eating less sugar.”

Mom’s eyes narrowed. “So, it’s not real?”

“Of course not,” The manager said.

One of the regular cashiers walked up to the manager, “Oh, great. Someone found my missing tooth.” She reached out and took it from mom’s hand popping it into her mouth.

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13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 6

Week six of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!
2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

Prompt: A character is at an arcade on the pier, when a man comes up and grabs his/her shoulder.

 

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The Gavitt Crew

by

Kim Izzy

“I didn’t realize there are so many arcades on the pier,” he said as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Terrien. I thought I told you that this arcade is only one with Martian’s Edge game,” Etta said over her shoulder, “Anyone looking this way, Marlin?” Marlin was their shipmate aboard the Gavitt in orbit monitoring their progress. While she was the Captain, she loved to be part of the action. This procurement needed all of them and a specialist.

“What about security cams?” Terrien asked. A lesson learned the hard way a couple months ago.

“Marlin has that covered,” Etta explained, “Did you . . . get what we needed?”

“Mostly, I think.”

“You think?” Her voice was several octaves above normal.

“Keep your voice down,” he chided, “It’s not like I could walk into the store and order antimatter.” Terrien looked over his shoulder, “Marlin, now.”

Walking behind Marlin, Etta asked, “Della back yet?” Della, the specialist, came highly recommended.

“No her tracker status indicates another twenty-eight minutes.”

“You two shouldn’t taunt the local authorities,” Marlin chastised, “If the High Council hears about this, they could suspend our charter.”

“They shouldn’t make the tariffs so high, when the raw materials are so easy for the taking, if Illegal.” Etta said laughing.

“Earth’s a protected primitive planet,” Terrien joked, “Like the High Council would do anything!”
The lights flickered.

“Oh damn.” Terrien raced to the drive console.

Yellow warning lights flashed, and the proximity warning alarms disabled by the military. They were dead in space.

“Cut Della loose. Hide her tracker.” Etta yelled. She ran to the data terminal, ordering, “Remove all records of Della Princing.”

“She’s gonna be mad at you,” Terrien stated.

“No, if she gets caught again, it’s hard time at Renterghem.” Etta swallowed hard. The penial station located in Saturn’s rings. Only the Martian Military had technology to be able to transport through it.

As Etta finished entering the approval code to delete Della, the Military General Haggadone materialized behind her with several armed soldiers and a team of attorneys. It was crowded on the bridge of the small ship.

“Where’s Della Bliss of Dru?” Haggadone demanded, “Immunity for anyone who gives her up!”
“Not so fast, General. You haven’t been. . .”

“Shut up, Rankin.” Haggadone bellowed, “I’ve been chasing her for too long to lose her now. We’ll never find her among all the Earthlings.”

Etta held her breath. They were in more trouble than she realized. She knew Della as Della Princing not as Della Bliss, the ERC’s most infamous Earthling Rights Activist. Some called her freedom fighter, others called her a terrorist.

“We dropped off Della Princing on the ship Trinity, three days ago,” Etta stated.

“Not so fast. The Trintiy said she was aboard your vessel.” Haggadone smiled wickedly.

Warning lights flashed. Alarms blasted.

“The transporters are blocked.” Marlin cried.

The ship exploded.

The Earthling’s evening news reported an unexpectedly large meteoroid shower over the Northern Hemisphere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Watercolor Latern

4th of July 2017 watercolor Lantern kimberhew

In place of Maremi Challenge, this week we have a watercolor Lantern that I painted on the beaches of Port Austin, Michigan waiting their 2017 4th of July Fireworks to start. Then I used white and black gel pens to accentuate. Several others also waiting for the fireworks to begin were lighting and releasing Chinese Lanterns. It was my inspiration for this painting.

Hope you enjoy!

Kimberhew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 5

 

Week five of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

Prompt:   This week you get to go back to the summer of ’69 as a carnie! Happy time travels!
“Carnie wanted to operate the Mansion of Horror midway ride for the summer of ’69 Playland traveling carnival. No experience needed. Apply within.”

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help wanted by kim izzy

 

 

Help Wanted

by

Kim Izzy

Walking fast, Cutter Ward rushed toward the sign he and his buddies joked about last night from around the bonfire out in the Talley field. He needed to get this job before any of those guys beat him to it.

The sign was still up. “Help Wanted: The Mansion of Horror, No experience needed, Apply within.”

His stomach sank. He didn’t want to be a carnie, but he’d failed his college entrance exam to The University of Georgia. So, carnie or soldier?

His best friend Ray’s older brother David was drafted two years ago in 1967. The letters he sent back home sent chills down his spine. The nightly news reports didn’t help with listing all the killed and missing in action. To top it all off, the bereavement department visited Ray’s family last week.

Bam! A cart took out his legs. Cutter sat up once he got air back into his lungs. What had happed?

A little person rushed up to him, “Sorry, man.” He pulled Cutter up onto his feet.

Cutter brushed off the red dust. It had been a dry spring so far.

“What are you doing around here today? We’re packing to head up north for the summer.”

“Is. . .is. . . that job still available?”

The little person let out a deep belly laugh, “A green behind the ears kid like you?”

Cutter felt his face flush, “I’m eighteen.”

“You ever been away from home, boy?”

“Not much, Sir.”

“A good Southern boy, like you? The draft, uh?”

“Not yet, sir. Just found out I failed the college entrance exam.” Cutter could have kicked himself. Why not just admit what a baby he was
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“I understand. I don’t want no trouble.” He held out his hand, “Shorty’s the name. Playland Traveling Carnival does travel to Canada.”

“Please, Sir.”

“These aren’t church going folks, son.”

“The rigors of war aren’t either, Sir.”

“Alright, see Moloski at The Mansion of Horror. Start learning how to tear down the ride. Be back here at seven tonight when we pull out or we’ll leave you behind.”

Cutter sat on the picnic table overlooking the midway tossing a snuffed cigarette butt. Tonight was their last night in New York before crossing into Canada. He was pretty sure in the last five weeks he’d aged five years.

Could he go back? This was so much harder than he had imagined. If he did this he could never go home. But three years? What if he never came home?

Working on the machines around the Carnival, he found out he was a decent mechanic. Could he use that to stay off the front line? Not completely out of danger, but . . .

The next morning he walked up the steps into Shorty’s “office” to get his pay. “Hey, Shorty, you still got that sign, I’m headed home.”

#52CafeCards Week 22

Week 22’s Mixed Media Altered Playing Card Challenge presented by Maremi’s Creative Cafe on Facebook was V – Vintage. v -vintage kimberhew blog signed.jpg

A friend gifted me a beautiful package of vintage ephemera. I find it funny that the one piece I was sure that I would never find a use for became the centerpiece of this card, the 1880 Angels.

Products used:

  • 1880 Angels, fussy cut
  • Green “laurel” stems
  • markers
  • matte medium – used to glue down all the items
  • Inktense – “bark” to create the shadows
  • scrap book page (to paint with the salmon acrylic paint)
  • Stamps and ink
    • black and brown – Stazon
    • Diamond background stamp
    • label stamp – “Remember” handwritten on
  • Acrylic paint – beige, salmon
  • Gellyroll pen – black
  • pigma micron archival ink pen

While I had fun, not sure I will do another one of these soon. Hope you enjoy!

kimberhew

13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – 4th week -updated

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in Vain

Week four of Thain in Vain and Drafty Devil bringing us the 13-Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction challenge. 500 words, one story using the prompt, enjoy!

This weeks story is also inspired by real life events. My mom is struggling to remember my dad. It’s really more of a struggle for us as she is convinced of her reality, no matter what logic or documentation says.

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Sundown

by

Kim Izzy

Amazement flowed through her. Brick, her best friend Meechy’s cousin, stood beside her at her uncle’s garage door. He was six two to her five one, jet black hair to her strawberry blond, and blue eyes to her green.

He looked back at her over his shoulder, whispering, “Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this?”

“My uncle loves me. I’m his favorite.” Chynna replied whispering.

“Then why are we whispering?”

“You started it.”

He twisted the knob. “It’s locked.”

Chynna reached around him lifting the door while twisting the knob. The door swung open.

“Hey how’d you do that?”

“A trick my uncle taught me.” She grinned strolling into the garage. Heading to the workbench, screwed to the underside of the shelf, there were multiple baby food jars, she just had to remember which one contained the keys to the powder blue ’57 Chevy.

“Wow, what a sweet ride!” Brick exclaimed, “Can I drive?”

She stared at him. Didn’t Meechy tell him anything? Neither of them had their driver’s license. She gave a little cough, “Of course, you can.” She giggled, wishing Meechy could be here.

“Double wow! Your uncle has great taste.”

She smiled. For the first time, she wished she was into cars. His enthusiasm made his blue eyes sparkle.

“Did Meechy know what car she was missing out on?” He held out his hand for the keys after she located them.

The bay water of Lake Huron was like bath water when they arrive in late afternoon after a two hour drive. In ten minutes, she changed into her new emerald green two piece bathing suit. The high-waisted black belt accentuated her tiny waist.

Wading into the shallows, Chynna giggled, “Brick, it’s beautiful. Come join me.”

“I don’t like the water.” Brick stood staring into the clear water at the water’s edge.

She looked at him over her shoulder. Where were his swimming trunks? While you could swim in cutoffs in the great lakes, the denim wasn’t very comfortable when wet. “Why’d you come all this way?”

Brick patted her hand, jolting her back to the present. Thirty years slipped back into her reality.

“Yes, honey, it was your smile to that question that melted my heart. We played and frolicked like two little kids, splashing, making sand castles and collecting shells. It was the perfect day until we had to return Uncle Fritz’s car.” She hugged him and he squirmed.

Brick frowned. Chynna wondered if he really remembered coming to her rescue when Uncle Fritz went to strike her.

Tears threatened, most days Brick didn’t remember her until she recounted this story for him. Honestly, it wasn’t most days. It was every day for the last four years since an on-the-job accident gave him a closed head injury. She didn’t know if he knew her.
Brick patted her hand again.

“Let’s go outside to the garden. Maybe we’ll see a gorgeous sunset like that day so long ago.” Chynna suggested through the tears.


Personal note: If you pray, please pray for me and my family. If not, please wish us well, as I have scheduled this story to post as we arriving at the hospital to have a brain scan(angiogram) on my mom. We are almost to the first anniversary of the rupture of her first aneurysm. The test is to check out the status of her second aneurysm. We are hoping that the new symptoms that we are seeing are due to the stress of the test and not to more brain injury. Thank you.

UPDATE: My mom came through the procedure beautifully. We didn’t get the greatest news or the worst news. Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.

Kimberhew/Kim Izzy 

#52CafeCards Week 21

Week 21’s Mixed Media Altered Playing Card Challenge presented by Maremi’s Creative Cafe on Facebook was U – Unity. Oops, somehow I screwed it up. I created U for Unique.

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Unique by kimberhew

Not sure how it happened but . . . I decided I loved my Unique card, and I don’t want to create another.

 

I almost threw the card away during the creative process. Then I decided to try something radical. It worked. I love it!

Those are real orchid petals glued onto the card. Again another first, I have wanted to try using items from nature on my projects. I also tried matte medium for the first time.

Fun and horrible project. I started with watercolor paper using matte medium glued a layer of different kinds of papers, using pink, salmon, and light teal acrylic paints with a piece of drywall mesh to create texture and color. The third layer ruined it, Stazon ink and a defective stamp not centered. I tried many things to fix it. No luck.

Channeling Bob Ross, I wanted to give it one more try. So before throwing the card out, I decided to paint it black. The matte medium created a unique surface. I decided to remove some of the black with a wet one, loved the distressed black layer. I had a dried out orchid bloom from my mom laying around my craft table. Viola!

I love it.

Hope you enjoy it!

Kimberhew