suzieaim's Stories

Ficlets Haiku

2008-03-10T18:09:41Z

Back today so proud.
Mind and body torn away.
Heart never left you.

The perfect pants

2007-03-27T14:37:18Z

There’s nothing better than leather pants. Reveal everything and expose nothing. Must meet age, weight and endowment standards or risk funny looks and sudden break-ups.

Colors of death

2007-03-26T14:54:08Z

Red, green, blue. The spectral shades paint a picture of his death. One man, in a box, beneath a tree. His life was more vibrant than his death but similarly hued; red, green, blue.

Paging Mr. Wallace

2007-03-13T23:21:38Z

Surprised, Joseph stopped wiping his hand across his mouth. “Mr. Wallace? Who is Mr. Wallace?” Smiling, Susan looked up at Joseph and realized he was not kidding. “Our boss of course, silly.” Looking at her oddly, Joseph decided to let it go and returned to his desk, muttering under his breath about the weirdos and zombies surrounding his workspace.

Dearly departed Treo

2007-03-13T22:41:19Z

My sweet friend, yours is such a tragic loss. I will miss holding you close, touching your sleek body, hearing your steady voice and gazing into your bright face. You were always there for me, anxious to help me find my way. Some days were tougher than others but you never stopped keeping me organized, reminding me of things to do and people to see.

Finding you in such a state was horrifying. I had needs and you weren’t receptive. Your buttons, once so smooth and agile, elicited no response at all. Maybe I should have begged them to make you well again but the nice man offered me a free upgrade. Please try to understand how I had to move on. He offered a 700wx for free, damn it!

Just know that I will always remember you fondly, old friend. Well, except for those shenanigans at the end.

Mardi Gras nightmare

2007-03-09T15:53:24Z

Stephan, a twenty-something New Yorker, awakens late in the morning, the bright sun peeking through green curtains. The bed is soft and comfortable but unfamiliar. Stephan spent the previous 36 hours in New Orleans celebrating the close of Mardi Gras, completely lost in the revelry of the Carnival. He’s sore and tired and most of Fat Tuesday is a blur. His temples pounding, he feels a cool breeze raising goose bumps across his body. Stephan is surprised to discover he’s wearing a tight pair of briefs and a hat. Strange combination, he thinks, but not surprising given his hazy recollections of the previous night. More awake now, he runs his hand across his belly and his skin feels odd beneath his touch. Startled, he jumps reflexively from the bed, only to be greeted by an odd creature offering him fruit. Stephan can’t help but reach out and touch it…

Good morning

2007-03-08T15:13:20Z

As I wake up and can barely see, my morning coffee befriends me. Guiding me through my daily routine, I’m fully awake by the last sip. Warm inside with my eyes wide open, I return the smile and pour another cup.

My ex-husband

2007-03-08T04:54:39Z

Monkeys make horrible spouses. So I married the other guy with the ripe banana and blue silk tie. If only the similarities ended there.