Dinner on Demand

March 26, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 6 Comments

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Sybil placed the dinner plates on the table and prepared his coffee the way he liked it, with a shot of bourbon.

The king of the house, as he called himself, demanded a three-course meal, on the table at six sharp, bourbon coffee, and total silence for the first hour.

She mixed the crushed tablets into his potatoes, covered them in gravy, and stirred an extra helping into his coffee.

She helped him to the sofa when he complained, tidied the kitchen, washed the dishes, and waited.

When daylight returned the king was dead, Sybil free and the silence, golden.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#172 prompt this week: …when the daylight returned the king was dead…

Scent of Regret

March 10, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

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Craig’s head bent over the flowers in his hand. Sarah was the most beautiful woman he’d, ever laid eyes on. He had a thousand things he wanted to say.

His hands trembled as he eased the door open. The scent was overpowering. He steadied himself, walked across the room and gathered Sarah’s hand in his. Kissing each finger, he told her as many things he could remember. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”

He crumpled against Sarah’s chest, brushing against the cold, hard steel of the table, gathered her in his arms and sobbed.

“Please forgive me.”

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#170

the prompt this week and it is : …the scent was overpowering…

Tied in Knots

March 2, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 9 Comments

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#169 Prompt…so what time did you say it was?…

Bill walked into the kitchen. “Honey, can you help me?”

Carol laid the morning paper down, walked over and pushed his hands aside.

“How long have you been tying these things?”

“I know, just nervous, I guess.”
She looped the tie into a perfect knot and kissed him. “Relax, you’re gonna nail this interview.”

He pulled her close, “Thanks.”

She glanced at the clock and frowned.“So what time did you say it was?”

His gaze landed on the wall calendar below the clock. “Shit,” he said, yanking the tie loose, “It’s tomorrow.”

Carol’s laugh followed him down the hall.

The tie – “Do’s & Don’ts” Pt. V (mfshn.com)
Infographic: How to tie a tie? (myfashionlife.com)
This simple trick will help you tie your tie perfectly every time (dailydot.com)

Eyes Like Sapphire

February 17, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 7 Comments

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Death does not haunt me. I see it every day in my line of work. You get use to the inhumanity of man after a while. An anonymous call brought us to the back alley.

She lay, naked and exposed, off the path of the bottle strewn lane. Her exquisite porcelain skin glistened with morning dew and a manicured hand rested against the splay of her black, silken hair.

The color of her open eyes, the way they spoke to me is what I remember most. The blue was sapphire, piercing, and cold. They haunt me still.

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#16 The prompt this week links these together: …the blue was sapphire…