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Radioactive Zombies are Here!

Radioactive Zombies are Here!

Photo by Krista Strutz
Zombie by Ula Grace

Friday Fictioneers… DISPLACED

It’s been three months now. The shakes have gotten worse. Chef dropped the plate off at the counter, and plodded back to the grill. 3 a.m., liver and onions, bacon and eggs, whores and drunks. Oh well, life at the Huddle House in Chicago.

Lit a cig and stirred the hash browns around. Needed a drink.

Have to remember to put cream down on the 86 board, so they order in the morning. At least he won’t be there listening to the customers bitch if they forget. At 3 a.m they don’t care about cream.

Big slide from the Palmer House.

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Friday Fictioneers 100Word Flash Fiction…  with the debut of new head honcho Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  Her photo prompt gave me this story from my Chicago days.  To read her story, and find out more about the Friday Fictioneers… CLICK HERE … Why don’t you join us with one of your stories?  We would love to have you.

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I closed my eyes and picked out a story from the past.  Maybe appropriate for the Moonshine Crowd.  We would go to this dive diner at 3am, after a night out at the bars in Chicago years ago.

OFF TO BATTLE…

Thanks to RonPruitt for a great photo prompt…

Stacie watched him board the bus to a new life. And out of her’s forever… she knew she would never see him again.

When he stepped off the bus, he would be trading his cowboy hat in for a helmet. His bulk filled the door, as he handed his ticket to the driver… just the type of guy they liked to put up front.

She had a sadness deep inside, knowing he wouldn’t be coming back. Oh, he would write at first, but they would take him from her.

He stepped off the bus in Oakland… “Welcome to the Raiders!”

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I haven’t written a story in some time for the Friday Fictioneers.  Too much work this summer and a focus on my PhotoLog got in the way.  But, this is where I first wrote a piece of fiction… thanks to Madison Woods.  I had never heard of anything like 100-Words Flash Fiction before I somehow came across Friday Fictioneers.  Wow, all the writers I’ve met because of Madison… places I’ve gone, and things I’ve seen thru their eyes.  So, I’m writing this in tribute to Madison Woods, for she is handing the FF off to a new caretaker next week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  So goodbye Madison… this one’s for you… 100 Words, of course.

To see The Friday Fictioneers story page, and meet some of my friends… JUST CLICK HERE

p.s. here’s a link to my PhotoLog TedBook’sDailyPics

2015… Fun to see my old friends again!  Thanks for three great years, Rochelle!!!

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I was recently invited to take part in a Fiction Relay, by The Reclining Gentleman.  I had come across a chapter on my friend Chantel C’s  blog, and liking these sorts of things… (One of my favorite books is Naked Came the Manatee.  The first chapter was written by Dave Barry and the last by Carl Hiaasen, with eleven mystery writers in  between, each inserting their own hero into the story.  It was pretty wild.  But I digress)… CC had written part 2, so I clicked on part 1 to see how it started.  I had seen The Reclining Gentleman’s avatar (silhouette of a reclining gentleman) before, maybe you have too, and even read a few of his posts, first on Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers, I think.  I complimented him on the relay idea, and his story, which brought about an invite to take part.  After the usual “I’m not really a…

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Fiction Relay – 4

I was recently invited to take part in a Fiction Relay, by The Reclining Gentleman.  I had come across a chapter on my friend Chantel C’s  blog, and liking these sorts of things… (One of my favorite books is Naked Came the Manatee.  The first chapter was written by Dave Barry and the last by Carl Hiaasen, with eleven mystery writers in  between, each inserting their own hero into the story.  It was pretty wild.  But I digress)… CC had written part 2, so I clicked on part 1 to see how it started.  I had seen The Reclining Gentleman’s avatar (silhouette of a reclining gentleman) before, maybe you have too, and even read a few of his posts, first on Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers, I think.  I complimented him on the relay idea, and his story, which brought about an invite to take part.  After the usual “I’m not really a writer” BS, I decided to try it… and accepted.  While I patiently waited, Delilah finished part 3.  Here is my part of the ongoing story.  You might want to first read the 3 chapters before mine, links at the bottom of the page… feel free to join in… I don’t think TRG will mind, drop him a line.

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“What the Hell!” Startled from his rumination, the cigarette flew from Gino’s lips, creating an arc of sparks and ash across the stained tile. He ground it out, sending a glare at the new waitress.

Melissa caught Suzi, to save herself, wondering how Sam had rattled her so quickly.

“Who is this guy?” hissed Suzi.

Melissa uncoiled herself with pats and straightens. “Oh Hon, you’ll get to know him soon enough.”

“But, he knows me, he knows all about me. What does he want?” With hardening face, Melissa told her to fill another cup and finish her tables.

The booth by the window was empty.

After wiping the tables and refilling her station, Suzi got to experience the highlight of servers everywhere… counting tips. ‘This might not be such a bad job after all’ she thought, pocketing her day’s take. For a coffee shop, they added up. ‘Too bad Sam took up a booth all day. What was his deal, anyway?’

Melissa gave her a good-bye peck, “See you in the morning, and don’t you worry about Sam.” Gino just shot a black look, from behind the pass thru.

 
It was gray out, rain threatening, as Suzi scurried thru the early after work crowd, heading to her subway. It had been a busy day, she should have been exhausted, but her mind was full of questions, fueling an epinephrine release. Wanting to be home in her apartment behind a locked door, Suzi didn’t mind admitting, she was shaken by this Sam guy. Thoughts pounded her brain. ‘They told her she’d be safe coming to a big city, blend in, disappear. So, how does he know her, and what is her special ability? There is no possible way he could know about the Gold Club.’

She picked up a ‘Lean Cuisine’… Butternut Squash Ravioli… for later. Not as good as Gino’s cooking, but it will do, her Microwave du Jour. On top of the ‘Sam Thing’, Suzi could not figure out what she had done to offend the cook. She had been pleasant, complimenting him on his dishes, even tried to flirt a little. Maybe that’s how he treats the new girls. Another question for Melissa.  And, after the Sam one, and The Gino one, comes The Uniform One. Thank God she didn’t have to wear it home. She knew it was a diner, but it wasn’t Mel’s Diner for Christ’s sake.  Rocky Road ice cream for dessert… she deserved a  treat tonight.

A guy, in a battered Panama hat outside the market, seemed to be staring at her. She thought she had seen him on the other side of the street, walking even with her, and thought, ‘you don’t see that kind of hat too much in the big city’. He looked away quickly, and when she exited, he was gone. Laughing it off, ‘I must be getting paranoid, Sam’s henchmen are everywhere’.

The entrance to the subway couldn’t come soon enough… to disappear in the depths with the crowd. Descending the stairs to the platforms below, she scanned her pass and pushed thru the turnstile. Her red hair slapping her face as a train whooshed into the station. Still a thrill, taking the train, nothing like that in Florida. It was then that she saw him.

To be continued…

Fiction Relay -Part One        by The Reclining Gentleman

Fiction Relay- Part Two        by Discovery

Fiction Relay- Part Three     by Woman Who Writes Stuff

Dawn will write Part Five

IMPORTANT THINGS…

I have a lot of things to do today, some really Important Things. I got up early to do them. Here’s how it went…

Got up early. Made coffee. It was cold, so I decided to fire up the wood stove for the first time in five months. My wood stove was being used to display artworks during the ‘wood stove off-season’, so that meant I had to find space on my wall for my newest acquisition, an encaustic mixed media work by talented young artist Fiona Small, entitled ‘Rose Window’.

So, moving artwork ensued. I decided to move a photograph of my grandparents and mother, taken in the Redwood Forest during a camping trip… I would say in 1927… to my Family Wall.

My Family Wall is kind a family tree… a place to put a lot of family photos I treasure. A few of parents and sisters, but mostly daughters and grandkids. The only one without a person in it, is of the Golden Gate Bridge… I like the GGB… it was taken by my granddaughter Isabel, while in her ‘I want to be a photographer’ phase… it is very good and makes me think of her, and that’s why it’s on the Family Wall.

Actually, this isn’t the photo on the wall… I just like it and thought I’d throw it in… I think I’ll put it on the wall.

There’s 1st Lieutenant Theodore Strutz, my dad not me. My favorite photo of my mother Edna, taken in the 40’s, with a photo of my daughter, the actress, in the play ‘Talley’s Folly’, with her hair in the same style as my mom, hanging above. Another one of the actress, taken in Chicago in the 80’s, when Krista took me to Graceland Cemetery…https://tedstrutz.com/2012/05/28/the-crusader-and-the-acting-student… it’s one of my faves, because it reminds me of some fun times we shared in that great city.

Another from Chicago, is when Ashley and I attended a wedding at Harry Carey’s Restaurant… she made me very proud to have her on my arm that night… and one 10 years before, with her sitting on my lap in our jewelry store.

Of course this required a lot of shifting around of photos on the Family Wall. And that required a lot of dusting and cleaning of the frames, which in turn brought out a lot of memories. This is why I like the Family Wall… the memories. Each photo tells a story, like the cast photo of The Man Who Came To Dinner… taken around ’72.  Ann, the original family actress, was in the play, and I came in at the last minute to replace an actor who had quit the day before the show opened. Ann is right of center with the pearls. I made some important friendships in that play. Let’s play ‘Where’s Waldo’… can you find me?

I didn’t plan the Family Wall, I have lots of family photos elsewhere… even on the fridge… it just happened. There’s me with one of my favorite women at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. It should probably be on my Madame X Wall… yes, I have one.    

So, after the moving, dusting and remembering, I decided to share my Family Wall. I haven’t taken the time to write in TedBook for some time… people have been talking. “Too many Important Things to do”, I’d say.

Well, it’s now 1:30, and the Important Things still haven’t been done today… Or have they?

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High School Girls Soccer… can get pretty rough and tumble. You don’t realize how much until you look at still photos of the action. These girls are tough. I don’t think the boy’s football team would stand much of a chance against them…

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