Gregory Day

“Beep Beep Who's There” by Gregory Day

BEEP! Pause. BEEP! Longer pause BEEP! This was going on for at least a month. The noise was coming from the back bedroom. In the room was a smoke alarm. Smoke alarms were throughout the home but only in this one room you could hear the distinct sound that the alarms make when the battery is low. After an internet search John found out he was supposed to change batteries every 6 months. Here it was 2 years after their new house was built and he never changed the batteries. That must be the problem. Up and down the ladder and from room to roo...

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“Ingrid” by Gregory Day

Submitted to Contest #177

It was his last stop of the day. Ingrid Braid was a middle-aged lady with autism. He couldn’t tell by the work order, but the case manager and he talked beforehand. “She’s in 303. She’s hard of hearing and has a hard time walking so she might be slow coming to the door.” Beverly said. “Sometimes she talks German when she is upset so try not to make her mad” Mark was mapping his route for the next day when he came up with the idea to stop at Ingrid’s apartment last so he could spend more time with the autistic woman. She came from Austria 50...

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“A NEW TOWN POTION” by Gregory Day

Submitted to Contest #176

The move to a new town is always exciting. Meeting new people, seeing new sights and eating in completely new restaurants just to name a few of things.Mark and Cindy arrived in southern Illinois in the spring of 2015 but it wasn’t without some difficulty.They had wanted to move closer to their grandkids who lived in central Illinois but the house search took Mark and Cindy farther south than they really wanted to be. It was getting more affordable the further south they went. Weather got nasty with thunder, lightning and flooding the further...

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“Mole Meet Hammer” by Gregory Day

Submitted to Contest #175

The ice cream truck was working later than normal this year. The thermometer read 80 degrees, an unusual temperature for November in the Midwest. It was great weather for Gerry. It meant he could play outside and ride his bike far past Halloween. It was now November 21, about a month before Gerry’s favorite holiday. Christmas meant more this year to Gerry because he was in a new foster home and he finally had a family he could be with. “Mom” what a great feeling that was, to have someone he could call that. “Can I have money for the ice cr...

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“Is it August?” by Gregory Day

Submitted to Contest #173

                                             Is it August “It’s all wrong” Sheila yelled at John “Did you even look at it before you picked it up?” John had just got done shoveling the 6 inches of snow off the driveway when his wife came home. Coming back from the engravers, John decided to surprise his wife and put the pres...

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“The Unsatiated” by Gregory Day

Submitted to Contest #172

                                          The Unsatiated  It was a grey day in Michigan. Not just the small part of the southeastern area, but the whole state seemed to be covered with heavy clouds. We drove towards the northern suburbs away from the once great city of Detroit, looking like a shell of what it used to be. A city that o...

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