Call WaitingCall Waiting3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was just after five but the last of Sasha's reports had already found their way to her boss's desk. There were still a number of calls to be made, but the bulk of her work was done for the night. She leaned back in her chair, kicked her feet up on the desk and picked up the phone.
Brandon, Sasha's husband, stood waiting in the doorway.
"You know, Sash, you don't really have to do everything in one night."
"Oh, please! You're on hold."
"Do I bother you when you're at work?"
He could think of a number of times in the last month, alone
Sasha kept various photos and trinkets on her bookcase. These were the odd bits and bobs that reminded her of home and made her office more then just a place of business. As Brandon's eyes drifted over them, his attention settled on a picture from last Halloween Night.
The community had set up all sorts of spooky attractions and Sasha had convinced him to pose for a photo with his paws locked in stocks and his arms chained above his head
A New Way to HaggleA New Way to Haggle3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ratchet? You in here?"
"I'm under here, Rocky. Just give me a minute and I'll be all set…"
The Doberman's boots stuck out from under his car and the coyote could hear her hard at work on the undercarriage. Rachel Halling, better known as Ratchet of River Street, was the best in all of Blackthorn. Even if most people were still reluctant to trust a female mechanic, those in-the-know knew who to turn to.
"You're lucky I could squeeze you in! I have seven more today, alone!"
"Tis the season!"
"You're telling me! Black ice on the streets, drunk drivers coming home from parties, snow plows knocking off mirrors; it's a wonder I have time to eat!"
"I thought as much…"
Rocky looked around the room. The garage had a car in every bay save one piled high with tools and parts. The windows were clean and the floor was spotless, yet something was missing…
"Looks like you haven't had time to decorate, either."
"Ha!" she laughed. "I have more on my mind than flashing lights and holly!"
Tickling DixieTickling Dixie5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Memorial Day meant the opening of the outdoor season. Everyone in Blackthorn was thrilled with the recent warm spell, but no one was happier to see winter's end then Sarah Dixon.
Sarah worked as a security guard at Thornhurst Manor. She stood out prominently in her starched tan uniform, neatly pressed, with black slacks, belt and gloves. Her hair was usually done up in a pony tail; her piercing blue eyes peering over dark lenses.
Even off duty, the Doberman carried herself with an air of dignity and strength. She often wore a black sweater or tank top, depending on the weather, along with cargo pants or shorts. The look completed with black boots or, if she had her way, her inline skates.
Today was one of those days. She arrived at the bayside just before noon and parked her car in the shade. There, she sat with the door open for a moment, smil