Everyone Needs Someone – Lisa Finch
1300 words Literary Fiction
Roger has always been socially awkward, even more so since his separation. He longs for solitude to take nature photographs, away from the drudgery of his portrait studio. His wife had tried to tell him–but maybe it’s too late to learn–everyone needs someone.
Roger shut down the portrait studio for the day. “A monkey could do this,” he thought as he packed away his equipment. It never failed to amaze him that people turned up for their session in loud, ugly clothes and then were displeased when their pictures turned out, well, what else, loud and ugly. He knew each time, from the moment they stepped in the door, how the finished product would look, but he couldn’t exactly ask them to go home and change now could he? Besides, he’d tried it once and it hadn’t gone well.
Make Over – Lisa Finch
1250 words Feel Good Fiction
Nadine is heartbroken that her husband Cliff won’t give their marriage a second chance. When she decides to move forward with a drastic make over to her walls, she finds out that change can be both literal and metaphorical.
Cliff said he’d drop by and collect the last of his things tonight. But when the doorbell rang, my mouth went dry. “Breathe, just breathe,” I said, as I checked my hair and make-up in the foyer mirror. I greeted him at the door. “Hi, Cliff.” “Hi.” His face brightened. “You look great.” “Thanks. You, too.” He really did. Nice crisp shirt, khaki shorts, same trim body he’d maintained for years. The phrase “well put together” came to mind. The increasing tinges of grey at his temple–how had I not noticed before–didn’t make him look old, but rather self-assured.
Roadside Assistance – Lisa Finch
1000 word Fantasy Fiction
Paul is having a very bad day; it’s about to get worse. He dreads the thought of disappointing his son and infuriating his ex, but a flat tire and a dying pet fish make the likelihood of doing both, quite great. But sometimes a nice guy can get a break.
Thud-thud thud-thud thud-thud. Paul sighed. He got out of his old Honda knowing what he would find. A flat. He pried the spare out of the trunk and found it flat too. Seriously? Paul groaned when he looked at his watch, 4:30. He wouldn’t make it to pick up Derek, and his ex, Celia, would be furious. He pictured his boy’s face, feeling sorry for his shmuck of a dad who had managed to anger his mother again.