Linda’s Bedtime Stories for Grown-Up Children

Randall

Randall the white owl

Nobody knew about Randall. He came in the night.

Rhonda listened for her husband’s deep breathing and when she heard the familiar rhythm she slipped out of bed, carefully slid open the door and crept onto the balcony.

Tonight was clear and still with air so crisp you could almost smell the stars. Randall was perched on the railing in his usual spot waiting for her and  staring straight ahead with his secretive eyes.

Rhonda reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between her lips, lit it and inhaled suddenly like a newborn taking its first breath.

“You ought to quit,” Randall said.

“Mind your own business, you dirty owl.” Rhonda snapped. Rhonda hated it when Randall complained about her smoking.   She hated a lot of things about Randall — especially the fact that he was slowly convincing her to murder her husband.

“He’s the reason you’re always having panic attacks.  Having to go to the hospital.  Not being able to breath.” Randall raised his wings and fluffed his white feathers loudly. “You’d be better off without him.”

“Who?”

“Who.   That’s my line.” Randall blinked. Then focused his gaze into Rhonda’s soul. “Don’t be obtuse.”

“I can’t do it!”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not a murderer!”

“Sure you are. You just need to get in touch with your inner murderer. Everybody’s got one. Given a certain set of circumstances, enough rage and a fortuitous blunt instrument, that is.

“You nasty snake eater! Just looking at you makes me want to take a shower!” Rhonda flicked a long ash off the end of her cigarette and aimlessly smeared it around with the toe of her slipper. “If I listen to you, I’ll end up on death row! You’re the one I should kill.”

“Ha! What’d I tell you? See how easy it is to get in touch with your inner murderer? It won’t be long now. I’ll bet you already got a gun. Maybe you stole one.”

Rhonda drew deeply on her cigarette then coughed out a harsh, smoky laugh.“Let’s just say I was able to get in touch with my inner thief.”

Someone was jiggling the balcony door. Randall took flight just before Rhonda’s husband stepped out onto the balcony.

“What the hell is going on out here? Christ sakes! Who are you talking to?”

Rhonda kept her cool. “Just having a cigarette, Robert.” She said not as pleasantly as she could muster, but pleasantly enough considering she was, after all, planning his murder.

Robert put both his hands on the railing. “Hear that? There’s an owl out there somewhere. I hear it almost every night. Must live up in one of these trees.”

A  little smile crossed Rhonda’s face as she stubbed out her cigarette and tossed it into the darkness.

 

 

 

Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge: Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

This week’s Trifextra challenge is simple, but ambiguous.
 
Three truths and a lie.
 
33 to 333 words
 

Stealing Rose Con Pollo’s Heart

 
Whenever she watched Fernando, Rose Con Pollo’s stomach spasmed with a jolt of love and her heart went pitty pat, pitty pat,  pitty . . . pat . . . pat. . . pitty . . . because she was in love and because she needed a pacemaker — but mostly because she was in love.
 
Rose adored everything about Fernando. The way he could hold his breath for four and a half minutes at a time, the way he could dive so deep to the bottom of the sea; but mostly, she loved the way he looked at her when their eyes met through the green bubbly water of the glass-bottomed boat where Rose liked to sit and watch her beloved Fernando dive for pearls.
 
Fernando  had stolen Rose Con Pollo’s heart, plain and simple.
 
Of course, there was no way Rose Con Pollo was going to leave her husband, Arroz, and run off with Fernando no matter how many pearls he found for her.  Don’t make her laugh!  No way!  Not a snowball’s chance  . . .
 
 
 

The Weekend Trifecta Writing Challenge: The Adventures of the Three Mosquito Brothers

The Weekend Trifecta Writing Challenge  is to take a scene that involves (or affects) at least three people and write this scene from the point of view of three of the characters, using 33 words for each character. 

NOTE to Trifecta Challenge:  I am assuming it’s OK to use mosquitos instead of people. 

The Adventures of the Three Mosquito Brothers

“If only I sucked as much as you do, Ted!” Mosquito Tod Plurp remarked to his brother Ted “the slurp” Plurp – which immediately made their other brother, Edwardio, jealous.

“But Edwardio sucks big time too, Tod.” Ted said and shot Tod a look that said you’re hurting his feelings Bro!

Edwardio, who was sulkily sucking, just sighed.

Ted and Tod were in the process of apologizing profusely to their brother Edwardio  (who continued his sucking sulking) when a hand came down and flattened both Ted and Tod Plurp which made Edwardio stop sucking long enough to smile before skedaddling!

The End.

The idea for this post was suggested to me by Asifa at Crazy Life . . . Always Expect d UnEXpec TEd!!!!  who wants to spread awareness through posts for  Nothing But Nets a global, grassroots campaign of the united Nations Foundation to raise awareness and funding to fight malaria — the cause of large scale deaths in developing countries. So thank you Asifa for bringing this to our attention.