Story the First! #StoryADayMay and #1LinerWeds


There will be Steffie stories. There will be Holly Jahangiri and the Living Books stories.

This is also the first of the month, so check out my Hot Flash (micro-mini story) on my Hot Flashes page.

My prompts this year come from Holly Jahangiri (the real one) and her sidekick henchman friend Pete Laberge.

Now, shall we begin?


At first, there were just the two of us. And the twins made four.

Then he hired a nursemaid/nanny and she came. He said she must have been in the family way when she got here, but I have my suspicions. Her twins were born at about the same time as my second set.

Lois Duncan, my favorite writer when I was a teen, joked that, whenever she couldn’t figure out how to end a book, she burned a house down.

Relax. I didn’t burn the house down. I burned my bridges. I left. Left him, left her, left all the kids, moved to the other corner of the country. Yes, I left my own children. If he wants to be a Patriarch with multiple wives and descendent like the stars in the sky or grains of sand on the beach, let him change their damn diapers. Better yet, let his handmaiden do it.

But life is funny. She showed up at my apartment door–God only knows how she tracked me down. She handed me a paper with a clipping in it. The clipping said there had been a fire–no, it said a conflagration. She was the only survivor, rescued from the hallway in front of the babies’ room. Investigators ruled out arson. But there are lots of ways to set an “accidental” fire. Lord knows, I came up with plenty before I decided to simply walk away.

The paper the clipping had been folded into, on the letterhead of a psychiatrist, that she had no injury to her brain or her vocal cords, but she was unable to speak.

The psychiatrist is a fool. She speaks–speaks eloquently.

She pointed to the clipping, then to me, with her eyebrows raised. Did you do this?

“No, I did not. Did you?”

She shook her head, lank hair flapping, strands slapping her cheeks.

In spite of her vehemence, I didn’t quite believe her, and her eyes said plainly that she didn’t believe me.

Why did I let her move in, you ask? I couldn’t really say. But here we live, the three of us: her, me, and the Question.


This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s weekly blog hop, One-Liner Wednesday. If you have a one-liner or just like them, follow the link.

MY PROMPT TODAY: 241543903



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 “Story the First! #StoryADayMay and #1LinerWeds

  1. pm laberge

    May 1, 2019 at 7:54am

    Our only problem here, is….

    Wooden bridges make a great conflagration, especially if done at night.


    What if….

    the Bridge is made of …..

    Iron or concrete???

    Well, there is an acid, a strong and rare one that actually burns….a
    Iron and/or Concrete.

    No, I am not telling you the name. You or Holly might use it!

    I have to keep some secrets.

    Besides, even as I speak, a certain Blonde is googling…..

    And you….. ?????

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      • pm laberge

        May 1, 2019 at 8:10am

        I know!

        But what if I inspired a story?

        The Evil Dictator Musthava Warnow, was driving across the bridge named after him, in his country impoverishing super limo, when karma caught up with him…..

        The wax containers, housed in spring plastic popped when the fire-crackers went off, and the concrete and rebar bridge burst into flames. Turns out Pete was right about the acid. Well, he’s always been an odd ball collection of strange facts.

        Turns out the dictator was very fat, and he went up like a bad BBQ.

        The nation threw a huge party. His successor got a note, shortly after.
        It read: “Here’s a roll of Tums, in case you get acid indigestion.”
        He proved to be a good and wise ruler.
        The End.

        I am sure you can do a much better job of a story than I can.
        A certain OTHER Blonde, would make a good delivery person!

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  2. Holly

    May 1, 2019 at 8:38am

    Oh, God, what’s in the (ice)box?

    You’ve no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to May and reading your stories, Marian! Great start, here.

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      Marian Allen

      May 1, 2019 at 11:52am

      Hooray!!!! I’ll get mighty tired of that 6am alarm long before the month is over, but there’s nothing more invigorating than starting the day with a writing sprint!

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      • pm laberge

        May 1, 2019 at 4:43pm

        It is easy: Be lazy like me, and get up at 6:30 Am. Then scribble really fast!
        I know, you, Holly, and Steffie want to explain all about creativity.
        Just throwing the idea out there.
        When you sleep, your sub-conscious works!

        WHY do I have to confirm that I am a spammer???? LOL!

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    • pm laberge

      May 1, 2019 at 4:46pm

      Hopefully, ice….

      I may even be able to inspire Marian an inch.
      So if you do 3 inches, why we are at 4.
      Why 4??? For her to write!

      Oh, my! The Bad Pun Police are after me!

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