Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.
Dan’s new next door neighbors were so loud and noisy that he could neither work nor sleep, so he decided that he needed to take action. He rose, muttering under his breath, got dressed, went over to their house, and pounded on the door until it was opened. “Excuse me,” Dan said to the man standing in front of him, “but it’s late and”
“It’s never too late for a party,” his new neighbor interrupted, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him inside. Dan looked around the living room and saw that it was crowded, not only with his new neighbors, but with other people who lived on his block.
“Oh, well,” he thought, accepting a drink, “if you can’t lick ’em, join ’em.”
And pretty soon Dan started to enjoy himself. The food and drinks were great, and so was the music now that he was there instead of in bed, trying, frustatedly, to get to sleep.
Everyone was laughing, dancing, eating, drinking, and generally having the great time people expect to have at a party.
Until the new neighbors turned off the music, raised their hands for silence, and began to sing: “Welcome to the Hotel California…”
The words to the song quoted at the end of this story were written by Don Henley and Glenn Frey.
Josie was on her lunch break, but instead of eating, she was shopping. She knew that Joe would not approve, but she figured that she could grab a quick bite to eat before she had to go back to the 2-3. But as she shopped, Josie remembered more and more things she wanted to buy.
By the time Josie got home with her purchases, she was already late for her afternoon shift. She thought for a minute, and then called Joe.
“Josie! Where are you?”
“I’m home,” Josie said, making her voice sound weak.
“You don’t sound so good.”
I don’t feel so good. I’ve been vomiting. I had a chocolate eclair for dessert, and the filling tasted a little funny.”
“I think you should be checked for food poisoning, just as a precaution.”
The concern in Joe’s voice made Josie feel ashamed. “No, I’m already feeling much better, Joe.”
“Well, at least go lie down and rest. It’s for your own good.” “Yes sir, I will.” But she didn’t. She knew what she had to do.
Joe was in the squad room at the 2-3, about to pour a cup of coffee when Josie walked up to him. “Josie! What are you doing here? You belong in bed.”
“I’m not sick, Joe. I lied to you.”
“I think we’d better go into my office, Josie.”
“Now,”Joe said, when they were in his office with the door locked and the blinds closed, “tell me what really happened.”
In a trembling voice, Josie told Joe everything. “I’m sorry, Joe.”
“Why didn’t you tell me the truth in the first place?” Joe asked. “Were you afraid? Am I too tough when I discipline you?”
“No, sir. I just was ashamed to admit I’d messed up.”
“Everybody messes up sometimes, Josie. The important thing is to face up to it and learn from it.”
“Are you going to punish me?” It was a rhetorical question; Josie already knew the answer.
“Yes, Josie, I have to. It’s for your own good. You know you shouldn’t have been shopping when you were supposed to be having lunch, don’t you?” Josie nodded. “And you know you should have kept track of the time, don’t you?” Josie nodded “And you know you should have told me the truth, don’t you?” Josie nodded. “Okay, before I hand down your punishment, I want to know if you’ve had any lunch.”
“All right, remember how I told you to go lie down when I thought you were sick? Well, now I want you to go home, have your lunch, and then go to bed until tomorrow morning. Gary can bring you your supper when he gets home.”
“I feel like a naughty little girl being sent to bed.”
“Just be glad you’re not also getting a spanking. But if you ever lie to me again…” Joe did not finish his sentence.
“I’ll do everything you told me to,” Josie promised.
“I know you will,” Joe said. “I’m just glad you weren’t really sick.”
Josie threw her arms around Joe and hugged him.
When Gary came home that evening, he was surprised and worried to find Josie in bed. “What’s wrong, J? Are you sick?”