We're set to move tomorrow. The tenants, living in what will be my new apartment, were suppose to move out on the thirteenth, or that's what my new landlord heard. Well, they're moving on the thirtieth.
The people helping us are free on Fridays and next Friday is Christmas and the following is the New Year, so it has to be tomorrow. Luckily, in this situation of course, my mother in-law lives in the apartment above the one we are waiting to move into. So, we'll be moving our belongings
Another attempt at a short story to submit to the October competition. Abandoned after thirty minutes.
A month after his thirteenth birthday he was caught trying to steal a single flathead screwdriver from the general store. His mother was working a double shift that evening and it was his step-father that had been contacted. Neither spoke on the ride home.
He sat on his bed, head down, with his hands between his thighs and did not move until he heard his step-father
He was tied to a pyre of well seasoned oak after being convicted
of cross-dressing. His naked body shook from the cold and
the braided scales bowed at his flesh, while the gag muted his soprano.
He was not pleased with his audience, who danced with torches and keroscene.
The actions of his compatriots vexed him and he sought enlightenment,
"How have I ," the suction provoked by the vowel i caused him to choke
and after a silence ...