“Room Service.” I said looking across the table at Deanna and Annika.
“What?” Annika asked looking up from the data pad she was reading and tucking a length of blond hair behind her ear.
I just nodded and said nothing.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Deanna’s eyes narrowed as she tried to figure out if I was serious or not.
“I want to be pampered.” I said a little louder. People in Ten Forward, looked up from what they were doing at the sound of my voice.
“We all want to be pampered, honey, but that aint the way that it works.” Deanna chewed the end of her straw.
“Seriously Kasidy, what are you on today?” Annika asked and then without waiting for a reply she turned back to her data pad and Deanna flipped her curly black hair over her shoulder and leaned in to get a better look at the screen.
“I want a staff to cater to our every whim!” I said standing up raising my hands up and turning around.
“Oh my god Kasidy what are you doing?” they almost spoke in perfect unison, Deanna almost knocking her soda over.
“I want to be embarrassed by the size of our room.” I said spinning around in a circle.
Neither Annika nor Deanna said anything they just looked at each other.
“I want a balcony, with a view that would make you want to break down and cry from the sheer beauty of it all.”
Everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing and were now watching me. My friends just sat there looking like they would like to crawl under the table.
“And I don't want to spend one moment of our –“
“Kasidy!” Annika hissed, embarrassment clear on her face.
“- suffering from anything except guilt about our complete self-indulgence.”
“Sit down for crying out loud! Everyone’s starring at us!” Deanna’s eyes wide as she grabbed my arm pulling me back down towards my chair.
I flopped back down into my chair and didn’t say anything.
“What were you doing? Are you crazy?” Annika, who wasn’t a person who dealt well with embarrassment, was clearly having an issue with the situation.
“I was just trying to figure out what he saw in her.” I said smiling.
“What are you talking about?”
“Never mind.” I said. “So anyways where are we headed again Risa or Casperia Prime?”
Friday, October 23, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
I Was Dying ~ Flash Fiction Friday
He was dying. That’s all there was to it.
He had to be. His body was being racked with wave after wave of spasms. And it was cold. So very cold. A cold that ran deep in his very blood itself.
He didn’t know how He ended up there. Where ever there was. His mind couldn’t even figure that much out as the pain came again.
One minute he was fine, and the next he wasn’t.
His brain was still trying to comprehend what was happening to his body.
He remembered going to bed the night before. And from what he could tell when he opened his eyes between the waves of pain, it was still dark.
Or maybe it was just that his eyes had stopped working.
The pain was coming on stronger and stronger. Then there was the nausea. It was almost unbearable.
Cold so cold, his mind raced.
What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? He had everything in life to live for!
He had the nice car and nice house. We lived hen a nice affluent neighborhood, with little to no crime and people who actually looked after their property.
He had the perfect family. His children were smart, they attended the best schools. They were perfectly well behaved kids.
His wife was the most beautiful thing he have every laid eyes on and many men were jealous of me because of that. Their wives had gone downhill after every child they had. His had only gotten more beautiful, as if being a mother had brought out more and more of her beauty.
He even had the best job! Everyday He was able to help clean up the streets of the beautiful city that we lived hen. He work as the city prosecutor and had just finished a high profile case that had seen some of the biggest local mafia members sent off to prison.
His life was perfect! Why was this happening?
Again the spasms over took his body and He groaned loudly.
“Honey?” his beautiful wife’s sleep soaked voice cut through the darkness.
All he could do was groan again.
“Honey?” her voice came again through the darkness this theme he could hear the concern hen her voice as the sleep fell away.
He wanted to scream out to her how much pain he was hen but every theme he opened his mouth he felt his gorge rise and he had to close his mouth to fight to keep it down.
He groaned again and felt her roll over beside him and turn on the light before turning back to him.
“Honey! What is wrong?” She asked her eyes searching his face.
He just shook his head as his body was racked by another wave of spasms.
“You didn’t eat that turkey hen the fridge did you?”
He stopped moving and thought about it. He had fixed himself a turkey sandwich before retiring to bed that night.
He nodded slowly as his mind thought back and remembered what his wife had said about the turkey.
It was his twelve year old son’s science experiment.
He just made it to the bathroom.
He had to be. His body was being racked with wave after wave of spasms. And it was cold. So very cold. A cold that ran deep in his very blood itself.
He didn’t know how He ended up there. Where ever there was. His mind couldn’t even figure that much out as the pain came again.
One minute he was fine, and the next he wasn’t.
His brain was still trying to comprehend what was happening to his body.
He remembered going to bed the night before. And from what he could tell when he opened his eyes between the waves of pain, it was still dark.
Or maybe it was just that his eyes had stopped working.
The pain was coming on stronger and stronger. Then there was the nausea. It was almost unbearable.
Cold so cold, his mind raced.
What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? He had everything in life to live for!
He had the nice car and nice house. We lived hen a nice affluent neighborhood, with little to no crime and people who actually looked after their property.
He had the perfect family. His children were smart, they attended the best schools. They were perfectly well behaved kids.
His wife was the most beautiful thing he have every laid eyes on and many men were jealous of me because of that. Their wives had gone downhill after every child they had. His had only gotten more beautiful, as if being a mother had brought out more and more of her beauty.
He even had the best job! Everyday He was able to help clean up the streets of the beautiful city that we lived hen. He work as the city prosecutor and had just finished a high profile case that had seen some of the biggest local mafia members sent off to prison.
His life was perfect! Why was this happening?
Again the spasms over took his body and He groaned loudly.
“Honey?” his beautiful wife’s sleep soaked voice cut through the darkness.
All he could do was groan again.
“Honey?” her voice came again through the darkness this theme he could hear the concern hen her voice as the sleep fell away.
He wanted to scream out to her how much pain he was hen but every theme he opened his mouth he felt his gorge rise and he had to close his mouth to fight to keep it down.
He groaned again and felt her roll over beside him and turn on the light before turning back to him.
“Honey! What is wrong?” She asked her eyes searching his face.
He just shook his head as his body was racked by another wave of spasms.
“You didn’t eat that turkey hen the fridge did you?”
He stopped moving and thought about it. He had fixed himself a turkey sandwich before retiring to bed that night.
He nodded slowly as his mind thought back and remembered what his wife had said about the turkey.
It was his twelve year old son’s science experiment.
He just made it to the bathroom.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
The Stew ~Flash Fiction Friday
The stew smelled wonderful. She thought as she stood there looking around her kitchen to see that everything was in order.
It had been a long year for her. She had gotten married to a man she loved and moved to another city to follow him when he got himself a job in another state. She had left her family and friends behind. As much as everyone had promised her that they would keep in touch they had slowly drifted away. Even her family had drifted more than she would have liked.
'Not that they had ever been all that close to begin with.' she thought as she stirred the stew again and felt the baby kick.
That was the other thing. The baby.
It hadn’t been her idea, but when she had had so much trouble finding work when they moved here that her husband had thought it was the perfect time to start a family.
No career to get in the way, he had said.
She hadn’t really had an option in the end. After all he was the one who brought in all the money, he was the one who gave her everything. It was the least she could do for him. It was her duty as a wife, to give him a child.
He had wanted a son. He said in his family sons were always born first. It was a big deal to him. And so she tried, but in the end again she had had no option.
When the doctors told them that it was a girl he had not been happy. He had insisted that the doctor had made a mistake. He demanded another test, much to the doctors dismay, and when he was shown that there was no mistaking it he had not talked to her for over a week.
It had been the longest week of her life. She had had no one to talk to. Even a phone call from her mother had done nothing to ease the loneliness in her heart. But she couldn’t tell her mother what had happened. Her mother was one of those stand by your man people, who believed that husbands could do no wrong.
As the months passed her husband had done nothing to make it up to her. He spent more and more time away from the house, saying it was because he had to work late. But she wasn’t born yesterday. She might have been stupid, but not so much so that she missed the smell of perfume on his clothes, the lipstick on his collar or the late night phone calls from some woman.
No, stupid she was not and when she confronted him, he had told her that if she hadn’t become a fat cow and pushed him away that he wouldn’t have had to turn to another woman to fill his needs.
It was always HER fault. Never his. Even their little girl who was not even born yet was her fault. Even when he called her names it was HER fault. That’s what he said anyways.
She on the other hand had had enough, and was going to set things straight. That was why she had made his favorite stew tonight. He was actually home in time for dinner for that reason alone.
After she had served the stew and brought it out to him in the living room where he sat in HIS reclining chair, she stood there beside him, waiting on him to start eating it.
“This smells good for once. Did you do something different?” He asked taking a huge spoonful and stuffing it into his mouth.
She just shook her head and smiled.
He was right, for once he was right. The stew smelled wonderful.
It had been a long year for her. She had gotten married to a man she loved and moved to another city to follow him when he got himself a job in another state. She had left her family and friends behind. As much as everyone had promised her that they would keep in touch they had slowly drifted away. Even her family had drifted more than she would have liked.
'Not that they had ever been all that close to begin with.' she thought as she stirred the stew again and felt the baby kick.
That was the other thing. The baby.
It hadn’t been her idea, but when she had had so much trouble finding work when they moved here that her husband had thought it was the perfect time to start a family.
No career to get in the way, he had said.
She hadn’t really had an option in the end. After all he was the one who brought in all the money, he was the one who gave her everything. It was the least she could do for him. It was her duty as a wife, to give him a child.
He had wanted a son. He said in his family sons were always born first. It was a big deal to him. And so she tried, but in the end again she had had no option.
When the doctors told them that it was a girl he had not been happy. He had insisted that the doctor had made a mistake. He demanded another test, much to the doctors dismay, and when he was shown that there was no mistaking it he had not talked to her for over a week.
It had been the longest week of her life. She had had no one to talk to. Even a phone call from her mother had done nothing to ease the loneliness in her heart. But she couldn’t tell her mother what had happened. Her mother was one of those stand by your man people, who believed that husbands could do no wrong.
As the months passed her husband had done nothing to make it up to her. He spent more and more time away from the house, saying it was because he had to work late. But she wasn’t born yesterday. She might have been stupid, but not so much so that she missed the smell of perfume on his clothes, the lipstick on his collar or the late night phone calls from some woman.
No, stupid she was not and when she confronted him, he had told her that if she hadn’t become a fat cow and pushed him away that he wouldn’t have had to turn to another woman to fill his needs.
It was always HER fault. Never his. Even their little girl who was not even born yet was her fault. Even when he called her names it was HER fault. That’s what he said anyways.
She on the other hand had had enough, and was going to set things straight. That was why she had made his favorite stew tonight. He was actually home in time for dinner for that reason alone.
After she had served the stew and brought it out to him in the living room where he sat in HIS reclining chair, she stood there beside him, waiting on him to start eating it.
“This smells good for once. Did you do something different?” He asked taking a huge spoonful and stuffing it into his mouth.
She just shook her head and smiled.
He was right, for once he was right. The stew smelled wonderful.
Friday, July 3, 2009
All In A Days Work ~ Flash Fiction Friday
Twenty…forty…sixty…eighty ---a loud bang interrupted my counting. I looked up from the stack of bills in my hands in time to see three large men walk through the front door to the shop.
I can’t tell you why they had caught my attention more than any other customer would. I work in a motorcycle shop so I get to see my fair share of oddities. I see everything from the old men who want to relive their glory days to the young jocks with biceps so huge they are never able to find a jacket that will fit them. Even though we deal mostly in racing bikes we get the occasional biker walk in that looks like the poster child for the Hells Angels.
It was probably a good thing that my sixth sense tingled because it more than likely saved my life and that of the guys I work with.
I heard the door to the garage in the back of our shop bang and then loud voices yelling. Was it just an irate customer? The loud crash that came from the back lead me to think that there was more to this than just an irate customer.
I had seen my fair share of them as well. My boss isn’t the customer service guru he pretends to be.
The whole situation seemed so surreal to me. I slowly inched my chair away from my desk, watching the guy by the front door. I slid under my desk trying not to make a sound as I went.
Another crash came from the back and the door to the garage banged open again. I could hear my boss and the two mechanics that were in the garage at the time all trying to talk at once.
“Shut up. I’m the one who is in charge here now and you all are going to do exactly what I say. You do what I say and no one needs to get hurt. Understand?” A gruff voice commanded.
I took a deep breath and tried to slow the rapid beating of my heart. It was something like out of a movie.
My mind raced trying to sort out what would be the next logical step for me to take. As obviously the guys were not going to be of any help in the matter.
There was phone on my desk. I had to call someone and get the word out that things were going horribly wrong at the shop.
I reached up, felt around until I found the edge of the phone and pulled it slowly forward towards the edge of the desk, silently cursing at the sound the rubber feet were making.
“Well now what do we have here?” I had been concentrating so hard on moving the phone that I didn’t hear the approach of one of them men.
The next thing I knew I was being forcefully dragged out from under my desk and violently shoved out into the middle of the showroom floor.
“Look who we found hiding under a desk in one of the back offices.”
“Looks like we might have a little more fun than we bargained for eh boys?” the man with the gruff voice said as he sneered at me.
The guys I work with were sitting on the floor, hands bound, with their backs against the front counter. My boss looked up at me and I could see just by the look on his face that he knew he was helpless to stop anything that they were going to do.
I would have to find my own way out of the situation.
My mind set on what I had to do I don’t think I stopped to think about what I was doing.
I dropped to the ground and kicked out catching one of the men in the side of the knee. I rolled quickly behind a rack of leather jackets and pushed myself to my feet charging into the garage. I could hear the men cursing over the bang of the door. I grabbed one of the wrenches as I ducked behind a work bench. It wasn’t much but it was certainly better than nothing at all.
I heard the door to the garage open up and then swing shut again.
I sat there holding my breath listening for any sound that might tell me what might be on the other side of the work bench.
I heard a sound that I recognized, the sound of a gun being cocked.
I took a deep breath, turned and tried to peer through the workbench to see if I could see anything. He was there maybe six feet away from where I was crouched. His back was to me. Gripping the wrench firmly I quickly rose to my feet prepared to throw it.
I wish I had of seen the guy walking in my direction, but given the circumstances I still managed to pull my arm back and clobber him over the head with my wrench before throwing it at the other guy, catching him hard he turned around to see what had happened to his friend.
My heart raced I bent to pick up the gun that had clattered to the ground when I hit them with the wrench.
I slid up to the door to the showroom listening for any sign of life from the other side.
I heard nothing.
What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. I rushed out of the garage gun pointed out straight ahead of me.
The guy was standing there unarmed. He obviously was waiting on the two others to come back with me in tow.
I calmly walked up to him and smacked him across the face with the butt of the gun and he went down in a heap.
The guys looked up at me in shock.
“What? Its just all in a days work.” I said as I started cutting them loose.
I can’t tell you why they had caught my attention more than any other customer would. I work in a motorcycle shop so I get to see my fair share of oddities. I see everything from the old men who want to relive their glory days to the young jocks with biceps so huge they are never able to find a jacket that will fit them. Even though we deal mostly in racing bikes we get the occasional biker walk in that looks like the poster child for the Hells Angels.
It was probably a good thing that my sixth sense tingled because it more than likely saved my life and that of the guys I work with.
I heard the door to the garage in the back of our shop bang and then loud voices yelling. Was it just an irate customer? The loud crash that came from the back lead me to think that there was more to this than just an irate customer.
I had seen my fair share of them as well. My boss isn’t the customer service guru he pretends to be.
The whole situation seemed so surreal to me. I slowly inched my chair away from my desk, watching the guy by the front door. I slid under my desk trying not to make a sound as I went.
Another crash came from the back and the door to the garage banged open again. I could hear my boss and the two mechanics that were in the garage at the time all trying to talk at once.
“Shut up. I’m the one who is in charge here now and you all are going to do exactly what I say. You do what I say and no one needs to get hurt. Understand?” A gruff voice commanded.
I took a deep breath and tried to slow the rapid beating of my heart. It was something like out of a movie.
My mind raced trying to sort out what would be the next logical step for me to take. As obviously the guys were not going to be of any help in the matter.
There was phone on my desk. I had to call someone and get the word out that things were going horribly wrong at the shop.
I reached up, felt around until I found the edge of the phone and pulled it slowly forward towards the edge of the desk, silently cursing at the sound the rubber feet were making.
“Well now what do we have here?” I had been concentrating so hard on moving the phone that I didn’t hear the approach of one of them men.
The next thing I knew I was being forcefully dragged out from under my desk and violently shoved out into the middle of the showroom floor.
“Look who we found hiding under a desk in one of the back offices.”
“Looks like we might have a little more fun than we bargained for eh boys?” the man with the gruff voice said as he sneered at me.
The guys I work with were sitting on the floor, hands bound, with their backs against the front counter. My boss looked up at me and I could see just by the look on his face that he knew he was helpless to stop anything that they were going to do.
I would have to find my own way out of the situation.
My mind set on what I had to do I don’t think I stopped to think about what I was doing.
I dropped to the ground and kicked out catching one of the men in the side of the knee. I rolled quickly behind a rack of leather jackets and pushed myself to my feet charging into the garage. I could hear the men cursing over the bang of the door. I grabbed one of the wrenches as I ducked behind a work bench. It wasn’t much but it was certainly better than nothing at all.
I heard the door to the garage open up and then swing shut again.
I sat there holding my breath listening for any sound that might tell me what might be on the other side of the work bench.
I heard a sound that I recognized, the sound of a gun being cocked.
I took a deep breath, turned and tried to peer through the workbench to see if I could see anything. He was there maybe six feet away from where I was crouched. His back was to me. Gripping the wrench firmly I quickly rose to my feet prepared to throw it.
I wish I had of seen the guy walking in my direction, but given the circumstances I still managed to pull my arm back and clobber him over the head with my wrench before throwing it at the other guy, catching him hard he turned around to see what had happened to his friend.
My heart raced I bent to pick up the gun that had clattered to the ground when I hit them with the wrench.
I slid up to the door to the showroom listening for any sign of life from the other side.
I heard nothing.
What happened next was nothing short of a miracle. I rushed out of the garage gun pointed out straight ahead of me.
The guy was standing there unarmed. He obviously was waiting on the two others to come back with me in tow.
I calmly walked up to him and smacked him across the face with the butt of the gun and he went down in a heap.
The guys looked up at me in shock.
“What? Its just all in a days work.” I said as I started cutting them loose.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
The Kick
Ow! Hey! Watch where you are going -- Hey what did you do that for? I didn't do anything to you!
Why are you jumping around like that? It hurts? You hurt your foot?
Well good serves you right for having done it in the first place. You should learn not to kick people, it is not nice. No I do not have any sympathy for you. You are the one who tripped over my leg and then decided to kick me for getting in your way.
Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do it.
Stop it.
Stop looking at me as if I was the one who hurt you. You think I did? Did I really now? Well thats because you kicked me! Not the other way around here buster.
I did not purposely move so that you would trip over me in the first place. I was sitting here minding my own business when you came along and I did not just jump out and hit your foot. It was you that moved your foot in such a manner that it made contact with my leg.
Look it up in the dictionary if you don't believe me. It says right there what the definition of kick is:to strike with the foot or feet. That is the official dictionary definition. I did not make that up. So you can't sit there and argue with me about it either.
So I could not have been the one to cause you this grave injustice. It could not have been me, I never even moved my foot.
You are still giving me the evil eye. Why? How could I be the one to have hurt you? I am just a coffee table you are the human --not me.
Why are you jumping around like that? It hurts? You hurt your foot?
Well good serves you right for having done it in the first place. You should learn not to kick people, it is not nice. No I do not have any sympathy for you. You are the one who tripped over my leg and then decided to kick me for getting in your way.
Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do it.
Stop it.
Stop looking at me as if I was the one who hurt you. You think I did? Did I really now? Well thats because you kicked me! Not the other way around here buster.
I did not purposely move so that you would trip over me in the first place. I was sitting here minding my own business when you came along and I did not just jump out and hit your foot. It was you that moved your foot in such a manner that it made contact with my leg.
Look it up in the dictionary if you don't believe me. It says right there what the definition of kick is:to strike with the foot or feet. That is the official dictionary definition. I did not make that up. So you can't sit there and argue with me about it either.
So I could not have been the one to cause you this grave injustice. It could not have been me, I never even moved my foot.
You are still giving me the evil eye. Why? How could I be the one to have hurt you? I am just a coffee table you are the human --not me.
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