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Denial

via Daily Prompt: Deny

Denial
A basic human response
to things we cannot handle
or at least don’t want to.
Modern day phrases like
“What happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas,” epitomize
our denial. However, recent
events cast long shadows
on the validity of that saying.
The friends and family of the
six hundred plus victims
certainly wish they aren’t
having to deal with
the aftermath of tragedy.
When my grandmother was diagnosed
with lung cancer, second generation,
she was in denial.
She couldn’t take the next step.
Denial is a powerful emotion.
It doesn’t like to be challenged.
I am in denial.
Our nation is in denial.
We are fighting for our very souls.
What is our next step?
Praying for clarity!
Is clarity the opposite of denial?
I think so.
Will clarity bring unity?
Struggling to find hope in
a system of encouraged denial.
What denial has taken root
in your heart?
©2017 Kim Hewison

Praying for all the victims and their friends and family, even the ones that don’t have physical injuries, of the Las Vegas Shooting. 

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13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 8 Take Two

Week eight 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! Oops, this is the second short story using this prompt.

Prompt: Prompt – Week 8
Will you tell this story from the perspective of the bombshell, the couple or a short-order cook flipping burgers?
A couple is seated in a booth at a diner when a red-headed bombshell walks in and sits down at their table.

Take Two

by

Kim Izzy

Lola felt the eyes follow her. Yes, she was overdressed for a simple diner in the middle of the day. The black velvet tea length fifties vintage cocktail dress was . . . well, definitely, out of place.

She swung her auburn locks off her bare shoulders, emphasizing her ample cleavage.

What was he doing here? She’d sworn if she ever saw Richmond again, she was going to kill him.

She teetered on three inch heels. She hated heels but she liked being five foot four. Although, she needed more practice in them.

Just a few more steps, she slid into the booth with the Carmisino’s

“Lola, thank you for joining us,” Mr. Carmisino said, looking over his shoulder at Richmond, “We can’t offer you a room or help.”

Lola felt tears prick at the back of her eyes. She wanted to be surprised, but Richmond threatened her with this, all their friends and family refusing to help her. She couldn’t blame them. Her previous lifestyle combined with his lies made helping sound risky.

Mrs. Carmisino patted her hand pressing something into Lola’s palm. “We are so sorry, dear.” She shook her head barely enough for Lola to register.

“Thank you Mr. & Mrs. Carmisino.” Lola stood to leave keeping her hand clamped shut. Turning, her right heel slid out from underneath her.

Richmond was at her side as she straightened back up, his hand under her elbow. She yanked her arm away.

“Lola, let me help you.”

Turning to face him, “You don’t want to help but you want to control and own me. Well, you can’t. I won’t let you.” Resuming her teetering steps, she held her head high. Once the door closed behind her, under the bright blue sky, Lola let the tears stream down her face. What was she going to do now?

Which way to turn? She was officially homeless. Where could she go? Back to the nursing home and Shirley, she needed to return the dress and shoes. Shirley was wrong dressing for success didn’t ensure success.

Slowly opening her fingers, she read the note. Her fingers clenched. Lola unclenched her fingers releasing the paper into her other palm. A different kind of tear streamed now, tears of hope.

 

Thank you for reading!

Kim Izzy

 

13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – Week 8 – Doubt

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Week eight (hint – 1st story) 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!

 

Doubt
By
Kim Izzy

Vicki Howay walked into the Flag Diner off the interstate. She knew she was over dressed, but Ila was pushing her. She spotted only one couple that met the description. It was easy as there was only one couple in the diner. How had Ila known?

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Doubt by Kim Izzy

Vicky could feel the eyes of the other patrons on her. While continuing her progress towards the couple, she focused on the hundred or so folk art style American flags of all sizes, shapes, and colors that decorated the walls of the diner.

“Mr. Justin Webber?” she said, stopping at the end of yellow formica table.

“Do I know you?”

“No, but your dead wife sent me,” Vicky winced. She hated this aspect of this gift/curse. Half the people didn’t believe in her ability. A quarter thought she was a liar. The last quarter, well, would fall for anything. What category would Justin Webber fall?

“My dead wife?” he asked a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. “As you can see,” he pointed to the lady sitting across from him, “My wife is very much alive.”

Vicky was quiet for a moment with a look of concentration on her face. “Ila?”

“No,” Justin’s eyes narrowed, “What are you up to?”

Vicky eyed the blond sitting across from him. She didn’t look like a killer. When Ila poured her heart out, Vicky had no doubts, but looking at the couple changed her feelings. She didn’t want to help a vengeful spirit. She also didn’t want to let a murderer go free.

“Clara, scoot over,” Vicky demanded sliding in even though Clara didn’t budge, “How did you and Justin meet?”

“You’re the physic, shouldn’t you know?” Clara replied icily.

This is why she got out of the business, Vicky fumed.

“Well . . . ,” Vicky took a deep breath, “According to Ila, you and her were high school pals who’d lost touch, found each other on social media. You gave her poisoned coffee over the last several months of her life, then started making moves on Justin here.”

Clara’s face was blotchy and Justin’s jaw fell open.

“I was trying to avoid accusing you out right but I have other things to do. I am feeling rather annoyed at the moment. Not sure why I got involved.” Vicky stood up to leave. Mumbling, hopefully quietly enough for no one but Ila to hear, “I told you I suck at this. Now, leave me alone.”

As Vicky reached for the door, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Not so fast, you . . . you . . .”

“”Lady” is the word you are searching for,” Vicky said smiling sweetly.

Clara’s hand flew back. Vicky didn’t have time to prepare as Clara’s fist connected with her left cheek. Vicky’s head snapped back, falling on her bottom.

“That’s for casting doubt.” Tears streamed down Clara’s face.

Justin pulled Clara into his arms whispering, “I know you’re innocent. Ila got it wrong.”

 

Crazy Eyes & Swirlish Ebook Released

I have struggled for so long to find time for my writing and illustrating, a few minutes here a few minutes there. My sister is helping more with my parents during her summer break. So, I took a used a day . . . cough. . . or more to submit my Illustrated Children’s Picture book to Amazon. I have another day or so of work to get the paperwork version available (but that will have to wait for another day, or month, or whatever.)

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You can find Crazy Eyes and Swirlish at Amazon

Back cover Blurb-

“Trouble finding friends?
Crazy Eyes, an owl, is hungry and lonely in the forest. He’s different from other owls because he cannot see.
Swirlish, an outcast owl, hears Crazy Eyes singing. Can the two become friends?”

 

While it is late in the day, I accomplished my goal today. To release Crazy Eyes & Swirlish on International Owl day, August 4th. I love owls, and amazed by them. Hope you enjoy!

Happy Owl Day!

Kim Izzy

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.

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!
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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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.”

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

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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 

13 Week Streak Summer Flash Fiction – 3rd week – edited

Week three 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 week the prompt was more difficult for me. So. . . I took a different approach. Hope you enjoy!LongBlueLinePoem kim izzy n kimberhew sighed

I am sorry that some people have had troubles reading the poem. Here is a second version I created hopefully with better reading capabilities. Thank you for letting me know. Hope you can enjoy now as well!

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Sincerely,
Kim Izzy

Flash Fiction Challenge Week 2 & Happy Father’s Day

2017 13 week Streak Summer Flash Fiction Thain in VainWeek two 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!

And today in America, we celebrate and thank our fathers. So, I included the holiday in my story. Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers. It’s a hard job at best. Thank you!

Furst’s Campground
By
Kim Izzy

“Are we there yet?” Anyse asked her father. Their group had hiked two miles since leaving the car after a six plus hour drive from the Metro area. She loved hiking and camping but it was going to be dark soon. “Seriously, where does Grandfather Furst live?” She asked after yet another unmarked fork.

“Just five more minutes,” Dad said, “Everyone okay? We’ll catch up to your grandpa soon.”

Karan, Anyse’s twin sister, asked, “Dad, can you show me on a map where we are going?”

“As I explained to both of you at the trail head there is no written record of this trail. You must remember,” Dad replied.

“Why have we never been to Grandpa Furst’s campground before? I don’t understand his marketing plan.”

A break in the old growth forest appeared once they rounded a bend. It wasn’t what she had expected. It was some kind of landing pad, not long enough for any kind of plane. “What kind of plane was capable of a vertical take off?” Anyse asked under her breath.

“Good question, my granddaughter. Happy Birthday, sweethearts.” Grandpa Furst hugged and kissed them both. “You graduated last month and now you have turned into adults.”

The girls giggled not quite comfortable being adults.

The girls said together, “Happy Father’s Day, Grandpa.”

“Thank you, girls, unfortunately, we don’t have time to celebrate today. It’s time for you to be on your way.”

“I thought this campground was our destination,” Anyse said.

“Another time perhaps. Your transport is waiting on the pad ready to leave. We have excellent cover tonight with the Aurora Borealis on this south shore of Lake Superior.”

“Where are we going?” Anyse asked.

“Home, of couse.”

“Dad, we haven’t told them yet,” Dad said.

Grandpa gave a big belly laugh, “No wonder you two are looking at me with wide eyes.” Turning to dad, he added, “Sorry, we don’t have a long time. Erime will have to answer a lot of their questions on the transport.”

What? Erime was their best friend since preschool. How did she know things that they didn’t?

“Mom, dad, why is grandpa talking in riddles?” Karan asked.

Mom burst into tears. Erime put her arm around mom’s shoulder, whispering, “My mom will be here for you, Miss Sylvia.”

“Uh. . . girls, there is no easy way to say this. We are not from this planet. Your grandfather was the Commander and Chief of a twenty world alliance until a few hours ago. A rival alliance has been known to use any means including family members against the Commander.”

“Are we royalty?” Anyse asked. “What’s the rush?”

“No, your grandfather was elected and is still a powerful man on our home world. In a few hours the world learns about us. You go with Erime, learning all that you can,” Dad said, wiping at a tear hugging them. Mom joined in.

“You lied to us.” Karan accused.

“No, we protected you. Now you must protect yourselves.”