29 Weird @StoryADayMay

How many days do we have in this month? Thirty-one??!? ~groan~ Are we there yet?

This one really belonged on this blog’s Food Day, yesterday, but I’m doing the pictures in the order I randomly numbered them, so it’s today. Bite me, Mr. Monk.


by Marian Allen

Weird“Hey, Spice Girl! What’s weird today?” It was always the first thing Nelson said when he got in from work, eCig bobbling in the corner of his mouth.

Besides you? Lola thought, but she knew better than to say it out loud. Nelson only had a sense of humor where mocking other people was concerned.

“I made chili.”

“Oooo, that’s always weird! Have it on the table by the time I get back downstairs, right? On. The Table.”

He went up to change into the baggy pants and disgusting zombie t-shirt he wore around the house.

Lola checked the display on the kitchen phone: Line In Use. He didn’t even care enough to use his cell phone to call Her. Why should he? The house was his, the phone was his, the bank account was his, the food was his, and she, Lola, was his.

It had happened so gradually, she hadn’t seen it coming until the slope was so slippery she couldn’t claw her way back up.

His voice came back down the stairs: “How’s that chili coming?”

“Setting the table now.”

She put out the two place settings, making sure his liquid nicotine was where he could put his hand right on it if he needed it for an after-dinner “smoke.” Nasty. She had heard that second-hand vapor was as dangerous as second-hand smoke, but Nelson laughed at that.

Chili was supposed to be a one-pot meal, but that isn’t how it worked in Nelson’s house. She grew up in Cincinnati, and she liked spaghetti noodles in hers. He thought that was stupid, so she made the noodles separately and added them to her bowl. They both liked kidney beans, but he liked more than she did, so she made those separately and she added those after cooking. He liked sauce hot enough to peel paint and she liked hers medium, he liked chunks of steak and she liked finely ground beef, so she made separate pots of meat sauce.

The Line In Use display went off.

She dished up Nelson’s chili and poured a bowl full of oyster-shaped crackers for him.

“Ah! Good girl!” He dumped himself into his chair with a satisfied grunt and picked up his spoon while she was still assembling her own bowl. “Hope it’s really weird. I feel like a challenge tonight.”

He rolled a bite around in his mouth. “Not chocolate, I hope. That’s an old one.”

“Not chocolate.”

He took another two bites. “Cardamom!” Another bite. “Cardamom, right?”


“But there’s something else, isn’t there?”

“You’re good.” His second-favorite words.

Half-way through the bowl, he said, “Mint!”

“You are amazing.” The three little words he loved most to hear.

He finished the bowl and demanded another. By the time that was gone, he was sweating and red-faced.

“Hot enough to give me the trots,” he said. “Just like I like it.”

He clutched his liquid nicotine and took it into the downstairs bathroom with him so he could “smoke” while he watched a replay of last night’s football game on his phone.

Lola listened to his cheers and curses as she cleaned up. She poured the little food that was left down the disposal and ran crushed charcoal after it, washing the dishes in mild bleach, then detergent.

Nelson’s vocalizations stopped. Heavy footsteps stumbled to the couch and the television switched on.

She folded the dishtowel and went into the living room, where Nelson sprawled, face white and saggy.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah. Shut up.”

She went to bed once he slipped into a coma.

The nice policeman who responded to her tearful call the next morning said they were seeing more and more of these cases.

“Those damn eCigs need to be regulated,” he said. “Pardon my language. And I say that as somebody who don’t like the government in my personal business. Nicotine’s a poison, did you know that?”

“It is? And they let people just have it, just like that? Now, isn’t that weird?”

~ * ~

Speaking of Mr. Monk, do any of you alphabetize your herbs/spices? I used to. The kids used to laugh at me, but I was like, “They do it at the grocery store, don’t they?” We ate no fast food at home and very little out while the kids were growing up, and I sometimes had to throw a meal together in a flash, so being able to put my hand on what I wanted quickly made sense. Nowadays, I only have them separated into powdered and whole. That is not weird. It is not!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write something with spices in it.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “29 Weird @StoryADayMay

  1. Jim Hilton

    May 29, 2014 at 8:31am

    Arsenic and Old Cigs 🙂 Good story!

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  2. Christine Campbell

    May 29, 2014 at 11:02am

    Great story, well told. Arsenic and Old Cigs, right enough. Good one, Jim.
    Almost there, Marian. Well done!

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      Marian Allen

      May 29, 2014 at 3:39pm

      Thanks, Christine! I need somebody to cheer me on right about now. 🙂

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      • Christine Campbell

        May 29, 2014 at 5:17pm

        You getting a tad weary now, Marian? I can imagine. That’s a lot of work, a story a day for a month. Much harder than writing that same number of words a day on one WIP, where you have the characters and the situation ready there to write about. Thinking up a new story every day….whew! Hats off to you.

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          Marian Allen

          May 29, 2014 at 9:15pm

          It’s invigorating, Christine, but I am tired of getting up early to do it. lol

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  3. Chris Graham

    May 29, 2014 at 3:03pm

    These stories will be soooo good in a future book from you Marian 😀

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      Marian Allen

      May 29, 2014 at 3:40pm

      I just might make that happen, Chris! I have the thirty from last year, and quite a few flash pieces I haven’t yet collected. 🙂

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  4. Chris Graham

    May 29, 2014 at 3:55pm

    As I understand it, if you don’t use KDP? You should be able to use them ok :d

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  5. Jane

    May 31, 2014 at 11:37am

    Hi Ho!
    Ain’t nicotene great? And such a good source–pure, without all those nasty additives! They’re not safe, you know?

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