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#BlogBattle Week 52 – Prompt: Hair

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Genre: Humor

Part 1

 

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Part 2

What makes you think you’ve leaped inside a story? Maggie stepped back, a smirk on her face. The man in shorts stopped pacing. His and Maggie’s gazes met. She snorted and retreated again, hands steepled as if in prayer. Lisa examined her black attire: Straight long dress, shoes and short, spiked hair. Cool hair. Fortish? Is she a witch?

“What the heck is going on here?” Lisa squirmed in her seat, flinging the now empty glass back and forth.

“More water, dear?” Maggie leaned in plucking the empty glass out of her grasp. “Sit tight. I’ll be back.” As if floating on air, she swept out of sight.

Lisa’s mouth dropped, eyes drifting around room. Weird in sort of a neat way. This isn’t real, though. Can’t be. Holding her breath, she bent forward. “So, are you going to answer my question?”

“What’s that?” He stopped pacing and shook his head as if to clear it. Glancing over a shoulder, he caught both customers, bodies slanting forward, ears twitching. Lisa followed his stare. “Aren’t you two expected somewhere?” The tall one weighed the antique book in his hand raising his brows at his partner. She shrugged, returned her book to the shelf, and yanked his sleeve to do the same. Maggie materialized watching the exchange with a full glass of water dripping with condensation. Chins to chest, the pair skedaddled to the exit.

“Have another glass. This water is special.”

“How.” She shot Maggie a look, raised the glass to study the clear liquid. “I’m done being polite. Will someone please answer my question?” Eyes shut tight Lisa stamped her feet where she sat, slopping water to her lap and the carpet, sending a tattered slipper into the air.

Maggie glided to the front door, punched numbers into a keypad, and flipped to the CLOSED sign. “I have a sitting room in the back. We’ll be more comfortable there.”

Lisa gulped the remaining water and set the glass on the floor. “First things first. Is your name Zero?”

Something passed between the two friends. He lifted the back of his wrist drawing circles with a forefinger on the watch face.

“What a bizarre watch, or is that some new technology—Zero?” She concentrated on his reaction like a hawk.

“I’ve had it two ye…” His head whipped up, a flush rising from neck, to face, to ears.

Lisa’s mouth dropped flapping like a baby guppy.

“You’ve had a shock and are still dehydrated. Don’t worry. All will be fine.” Maggie studied Lisa’s wardrobe. Let’s arrange a change of clothing first.”

“Not necessary, because I’m… going home.” She yawned. “I’m so tired.” The woman led her to the back of the store, the man trailing behind them.

“Weird. This is a real bookstore. Are you an antiquarian bookseller? I don’t see any new books.  I’m… I’m talking a mile a minute, aren’t I?”

They reached a curtained doorway. Maggie pushed the man in shorts back into the store.” You stay there. We ladies need privacy.”

* * *

Hours had passed. The cat refused to come out from under the bed. From the balcony, Mya checked the parking lot for her sister’s car. Right car. Right plates. Still there.

Hungry, she peered into the fridge. Nothing but bread and eggs. Typical Lisa. The freezer however, had two store bought pizzas, a couple Ziploc bags of deli soup, a bottle of vodka, and two glasses. She grabbed a pizza, slapped it on the counter and turned on the oven.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a blur of movement. Crash. Bang. The books clattered to the floor. She rushed into the sitting room. One book lay open. She didn’t believe her eyes. “Lis-saaaaa. What’s going on here? Where are you-u-u?”

* * *

Dressed in a pale green dress identical to Maggie’s black one, Lisa folded her clothes and exited the bathroom. She dropped the bundle. A hoarse, mournful voice called her name. Lis-saaaaa. What’s going on here? Where are you-u-u? Hands clamped over her ears, she swayed and grit her teeth.

“What is it?” Maggie gathered up the shirt and leggings.

“Didn’t you hear her call me? I keep hearing my sister’s voice. Something’s wrong.” Ear to a shoulder, she waited to the count of ten. No more Mya. “Wait. Lisa grabbed the shirt. “What is this white thing?”

“Hair of some kind. Wrong color for you. Do you have a cat?” She made a roll of the clothes instead of refolding them and abandoned it in a kitchen chair.

“I do. Mozart. He was curled on my lap when I…” Lisa rubbed her forehead. The white strand stuck to her head.

“You’re okay now. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll call Zero.” She pushed Lisa towards the sitting room. Sticking an arm around the curtained doorway, she waved an invitation.

 

Lisa sipped her peppermint tea, lost in thought. ”What is this place?”

“I mentioned Crow Lake, I believe. Don’t you remember?” Elbows on his knees, Zero edged to the front of the sofa chair.

“Ye-es, but how did I get here? It hurts when I pinch myself, which means I’m not dreaming. All I wanted to do was to read, but I showed up here instead. What month and year is it?”

“February 29th, 2020,” he said. Maggie nodded.

“No it’s not. Too warm for February. There’s no evidence of snow. Wait! Did you say 2020? Are you pulling my leg?”

He shook his head. “What year did you think it was?”

“Silly, 2016, of course, February 29th”

“You’ve heard of global warming? We have only one season anymore and are luckier than most. Four years ago, the Zika virus reared it’s ugly head and has now swept across the globe. Between deaths and people cutting their losses and leaving, we’ve lost three-quarters of our population since it began.”

“Weird. Why does this sound familiar?”

To be continued…

 

© 2015 Tess @ How the Cookie Crumbles.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

81 thoughts on “#BlogBattle Week 52 – Prompt: Hair

  1. Definitely engaging and well written!

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  2. Gripping read as always. Love that you worked the Zika virus into it. Then again, I would, wouldn’t I? 😉

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  3. A cat named Mozart, identical dress, the freezer’s contents… good writing. Very good. 🙂

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  4. I’m enjoying this one Tess, but the cat is creepy!

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  5. Loving this, Tess 🙂

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  6. Pingback: #BlogBattle 52 “Hair” Entries & Voting – Fiction by Rachael Ritchey

  7. Interesting, if I may so….next please…

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  8. Kudos, Tess!!! I’m utterly captured. This is one of your best ever. Mega hugs.

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  9. Looking forward to the next instalment to see where this is going. Once upon a time, 2020 would have seemed so far away. Now it’s the foreseeable future. Only one season left? Yikes.

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  10. Time travel–this is getting might intriguing.

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  11. oooh I heart this…. and the time shifts
    ~B

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  12. I’m waiting for the next installment. But–the genre is humor? Hmmm…. Maybe horror?

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  13. What an excellent start my interest is piqued.
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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  14. Nice! (Though I might have grabbed the vodka…) 😉

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  15. Well done Tess. This is a good story and I was glad to see the ‘to be continued.”

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  16. Awesome piece, once again! I really like this story. I feel sorry for her sister 😦

    One thing confused me: ““I’ve had it tw…” His head whipped up, a flush rising from neck, to face, to ears.”

    I think you were wanting to imply what he was going to say, but I can’t figure it out lol.

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  17. Hang on. Were you asking why he flushed? If so, go back a line in dialogue. Yes? 😀

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  18. You are creating a great read Tess. Captivating, with just enough tension. Love that it isn’t so far in the future to be ‘silly’, instead it is just around the corner.

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    • Thank you, Val, as always. When I first thought of 2020, I thought it laughable because its so FAR away. Ha! Four years isn’t that far. I don’t know about fantasy and such so am scrambling to keep afloat in unfamiliar territory. I am usually a straight up, nose to the ground, I can’t believe this or that type. 😀 😀 ❤

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  19. I like where this story is going, and how you’ve woven some real life things into it. Like the Zika virus, and the possibilities of climate change. 🙂

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  20. I tell ya Tess, you keep us running to keep up to you. You’re such a wonderful, captivating writer. And now we wait. 🙂

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  21. The plot thickens. I’m glad to see you write a fantasy (although, I would be, of course). It’s fun sometimes to shift genres and write something different. In a yin-yang, I posted something that isn’t a fantasy this week. And it was good for me.

    I think it ties into the whole “A rest is as good as a break” thing. A new perspective, perhaps. 🙂

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    • Hiya Cathleen. This was a slip I had no idea I’d ever make. Yes, I noticed your post and I was surprised as well.
      You’re right. It’s fun to change things up. Hope this is good for me. Not sure how I’m going to work my way out yet. o_O

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  22. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    Teresa Karlinski​ with part two of her weekly Blog Battle Challenge.. the prompt was hair and this week we catch up with Lisa as she appears to have slipped between the covers of a …..book.

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  23. Tess…wow…this is quite a shift into fantasy. Applause for your success! There’s just enough real world ground to make the outer fantasy fringe believable. Look forward to what’s next! Happy it’s continuing…💛 Elizabeth

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  24. I’m really enjoying this Tess, looking forward to the next part! 🙂

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  25. A change for you, Tess – but brilliantly done. Jx

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  26. Gripping writing and story, Tess. Not sure it really falls into humor, but I guess it depends on what happens next…

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    • I didn’t think this fits into humor either. Don’t know how it earned that genre. Should go back and change.
      As you know, this isn’t my cup of tea. I wonder what might happen next.
      Thanks so much for reading, Olga, and for your kind and generous support. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  27. Amazing Tess, I don’t know how you do it, but I do have a problem with your writing…it always makes me want more. 🙂
    Hope this weekend is a wonderful one. 🙂

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  28. Do you have any books out because I love your writing Tess? I look forward to your stories. Great part 2 – very engaging and you keep me on my toes with tension

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  29. Ha ha. I should be so lucky, but it does have a nice ring to it. 😛
    I AM in the Lucy fan club. You are the queen of humor and I always smile, giggle or chortle after reading your posts. ❤ ❤ ❤ Thank you for you cheer every day.

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  30. 2020? Wow! And I can’t imagine having only one season.
    Intriguing part 2, Tess. 😀

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  31. Nice tension. I’m loving where this is heading. Can’t wait for the next one, but now I have to wait at least another week! ❤

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  32. All good things come to those who wait? o_O 😀 😀

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