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Can I Call You My Dalmatians?

I have 101 followers! I can’t put into words how shocked and humbled I am anyone would give me a little bit of their time every week to read what I scribble. Thank you, thank you, and thank you.

But you guys are so quite! A major reason I started this blog was to receive feedback on what I write. Is the concept interesting? Does my narrative convey the story well? Is my grammar horribly erratic? Should I never touch a pen again?? Do you want to give me a million dollars??? Let me know~

In the mean time I’ll continue working hard at growing as a writer. I’ve come so far but there is still a long road ahead.  

Parking Lot Shuffle

Lizzy left the supermarket loaded down with bags of fried chicken and frozen pizza. As she eagerly stowed away her bags in the trunk she could only think of how the long work week would be well worth it once she changed into her robe and slippers. Behind the wheel she buckled her seatbelt and stuck the key in the ignition.   

Her passenger side door flew open and a body threw itself into the seat next to her. A man in a long trench coat and hat sat up. “There isn’t much time.” He said.

Lizzy’s eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Hurry, drive me to the corner of Buckwalter and 5th.” The man busily looked around the parking lot for signs of something only he would recognize.

“But -“

“Damn it woman, don’t talk!”

“Hey!” Lizzy reached out and shoved the man’s shoulder. “Get out of my car!”

“Listen girly, we don’t have time.” He looked gravely into Lizzy’s eyes. “This is a case of national security!”

“I don’t care,” Lizzy spelled out. “Get out of my car before I call the cops.”

“Good!” The man exclaimed. “It shall save me time.” Hunkering down he returned to peering around the parking lot suspiciously. “They are following me.” He said to no one in particular.

“Who is following you?” Lizzy asked.

“The Russians.” He spat.

“Why is it always the Russians?” Lizzy wondered. “Listen buddy, I don’t know who you are but there’s a rehab center just around the block – “

“We don’t have time for this!” The man pounded his fist against the dash. Lizzy gasped at the affront her car just suffered. “Do you love your country or not?” The man asked.

“Eh,” Lizzy shrugged. “I’m kinda broke at the moment, so not really.”

The man stared at her for a minute before reaching out to take her keys. “I am confiscating this car. Step out of the vehicle.”

“No way,” Lizzy snatched the keys back. “I just paid this thing off.” The man shouted in a raving voice about her undercover job for the Russian mob. Lizzy took that as an insult to her sense of fashion. They wrestled over the keys for some time before Lizzy did the only thing she could think of in such a situation. Reaching into her purse she pulled out the pepper spray her mother gifted her for Christmas and pointed it at the only eyes that mattered. Jumping back in discomfort the man let go of the keys and groped his face. Lizzy tactfully detangled herself from her seatbelt and exited the car. Walking around the hood she opened the passenger side door and the wounded man fell out onto the pavement.

“You’ll see!” He yelled out ironically as she shut the door. “A week from now the secret service will be knocking on your door. You’ll be arrested for failing to aid an officer in need, not to mention assaulting said officer!”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Lizzy yawned over her shoulder. Seated behind the wheel once more she locked the doors with a click laced heavy with triumph over certain assertive persons. She thought during the drive home she should call her mother and thank her for such a thoughtful gift. 

Looking back on the strange man she had to laugh. Ain’t nobody got time for such shenanigans.

Steven (part 4 of 4)

Sara looked at Steven with sadness. How dull must his life be? Her parents long ago moved on to new and exciting projects and only saw Steven everyday because his tank had yet to be moved from the main room of their facility; and while she was out and about experiencing the world first hand he’d never seen the light of day save through a TV screen.

“Don’t you want more space to spread out? The ocean has tons of that, literally.” Sara commented over supper sandwiches she’d prepared for two.

Steven smiled. “You are so smart and yet think so little.”

“Bite your tongue,” she said, offended. “I only want what’s best for you. Keeping you lock up in here is self-righteous paranoia at best. My parents think if they let you outside other people will take you away and perform experiments,”

“They would.” He interjected.

“They are like children unwilling to share a toy. Do you want that?” She turned to him in flustered anger.

He touched her arm calmly. “Your parents are intelligent, but not perfect. True, my quality of life is probably lacking in certain areas. All I know of life is this tank and what I have learned from books and movies. But it is my fate; the limitations set down by my very existence. You think I belong in the ocean, but I am just as unnatural to that ecosystem as you are. A “fish out of water” one could say,”

“Why are you jokes so lame?” She cringed as he nudged her playfully.

He continued, “I don’t know how to hunt, find shelter, or protect myself from predators. And what’s more, the most important thing, I would be alone. Your family is my family and I would not trade that for all the space in the world. Just stay by my side and I’ll surely be the happiest Steven there ever was.”

Deflated Sara looked into Steven’s eyes, the deepest eyes she’d ever seen. “I love you Steven.”

“I love you too.”        

Steven (part 3 of 4)

After much negotiation and pleading Sara’s parents agreed to enroll her in a local public school rather than continuing to study abroad. After all, what good is a life companion if you never see him? Steven would learn best to live with their daughter by growing up with her, not apart.              

Far below her IQ level Sara came to reign in her mind and soon found joy in the ease of her school work. It allowed for more free time, which she spent in the lab. Watching her parents run tests on Steven filled her with wonder, not in awe of the science involved but for the life show working and thriving.

The following years were spent in constant learning for both. While Sara attended school Steven spent his time enthralled in documentaries and literature, absorbing everything put before him. When Sara visited after school she laid out her homework on the platform next to the tank and they worked out the problems together. 

Before long Sara grew into a somewhat normal teenager. Normal in the sense she disliked her parents on principle and stayed up too late most nights. Somewhat in the sense she still had an above average IQ for someone twice her age and her closest companion was a bioengineered humanoid sea creature. None of that bothered her and she lived life in stable happiness.

One fall day her class took a field trip to the zoo. Sara had never visited a zoo so excitement granted her a restless car ride across town to the brightly colored entrance. Once inside Sara hung back from the cluttered group of peers to observe with her usual studious nature, quietly examining each exhibit and reading every descriptive plaque. The last stop on the tour was the aquarium; blue lights filled Sara’s vision as she gazed up at a tank, the biggest with all the bells and whistles, the zoo’s pride and joy. Filled with all manner of sea creature Sara looked at one fish in particular; strange because this fish wasn’t particularly big, wasn’t particularly colorful, and wasn’t particularly lively. In fact he was small, of a brownish grey hue, and lingered near the bottom without much enthusiasm. When it was time to leave Sara drug herself away with a heavy heart. That night she went straight from school to home, refusing to stop by the lab on the way. She had much thinking to do.