Sue Marsh

“The Day I Discovered I Was Psychic” by Sue Marsh

 The Day I Discovered I was Psychic Suzanne Marsh “Madam Zenga, I must find out if Wilbur is in a good place.” I thought to myself: ‘Wilbur is her dog. Money is money but there must be an easier way to make money. I had been a psychic reader for ten years. Most of the time I am a scam artist. The easy marks are the ones who tell the psychic readers all about themselves, that makes the job easier. My first client today is Mrs. Wilbur Plumpkin, Wilbur’s mommy. Apparently Wilbur was a dog whose time on earth had ended, he was sevente...

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“Second Chance” by Sue Marsh

   Second Chance Suzanne Marsh October, 1968 Captain Joseph “Joker” Planter motioned his company to stop. The heat soared as fear began to grip the entire company. “Charlie” was certain to locate them. Joe Planter, thought of his young wife and child, home in Waco, Texas. He hoped to be home by New Years Day, his points would be enough to get him there. Suddenly “Charlie” appeared in human waves. The fire fight lasted into the night. Joe and his company held their position. Suddenly a young private stood up; revealing where ...

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“I'M LATE, I'M LATE” by Sue Marsh

             I’M LATE, I’M LATE Suzanne Marsh I think I was born late. I am running late once again. My husband is glaring at his watch: “hurry it up, I don’t want to miss Jenny’s graduation.” “I am hurrying, I don’t want to miss it either.” Jenny was graduating from college; being late was unacceptable; even for me. Through the years I have been late for my own wedding; I almost had Jenny in the the car. My list is long and varied. My husband has tried for years to schedule my...

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“Where Are We?” by Sue Marsh

   Where Are We? Suzanne Marsh “Did you check the map” “Yes, Douglas, Georgia is near Atlanta.” This was my first time reading a map; my husband had been in a hurry to get into Georgia before rush hour in Atlanta. We stopped at a truck stop; Earl called for directions. His face changed to crimson as he asked what exit to get off at to deliver in Douglas, Georgia. The woman on the phone was giving him direction to a Walmart Distribution Center in Douglas, Georgia. As the woman mentioned I75 Earl glared over at me. Whatever I ...

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“Backdrop” by Sue Marsh

           Backdrop Suzanne Marsh “What was that?” cried the director of “Not So Fast Honey”. All of a sudden, there was a thump as a prop rug hit the highly polished floor backstage. ‘Hmmm’ thought Nimrod Proctor, the lead actor, ‘how strange that a rug would fall; I wonder where it was.’ Jeremy Runyon, the director walked quickly up the stairs and toward back stage; where the sound seemed to have come from. There, on the floor was a prop rug, with what appeared to be a body. Jeremy q...

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“The Black Friday Menace” by Sue Marsh

       The Black Friday Menace Suzanne Marsh “Come on lady, put your foot on the gas pedal; the one on the right!” It was Black Friday six in the morning. I had hoped to get a good start for my Christmas shopping. Evidently, this was not the brightest idea I ever had. Traffic was at a stand still at the mall, actually it was backed up for two miles. I told myself that was not that bad, but I did not believe me! The car in front of me moved exactly three inches, I was getting closer to my objective, The Golb...

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“The Legacy of the Old Greenwood Plantation” by Sue Marsh

      The Legend of the Old Greenwood Plantation. Suzanne Marsh “Listen!” The cool wind off of the bayou, blew the green velvet drapes slightly. I began to feel as if we were not alone here at Greenwood. Andy Walters, my friend and confident, stood watching the window: “There is nothing there Reese. Lets get the sleeping bags and food out of the car. We can set up cameras in the living and dining rooms. Hey check out those portraits!” I turned toward the wooden staircase that seemed to go on forever. The portr...

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“The Changing” by Sue Marsh

   The Changing Suzanne Marsh “Today’s the day I change, I take charge of me!” What a ridiculous statement that was for me to make. I knew I had to make changes in my life; I had become dowdy, cynical and worst of all my own worst enemy. I had not always been that way. In my younger days I was simply what we used to call “a stick in the mud.” There were times when I would just mope around; nothing do to. Both my parents worked and I was a latch key child before that even had a name. I had friends but like anything else they ...

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“Time Heals” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #105

             Time Heals Suzanne Marsh The blast of a Colt .45 awakened Jed Thompson. The Second Rebellion was finally over except for men like Jed. Jed was the quickest draw this side of the Pecos. Texas back then was booming with men returning or hiding in Texas. Jed Thompson was just one of many gunslingers. He quickly pulled on his boots heading in the direction of sound of the Colt .45 something he could never mistaken; not since the war. His ears were finely attuned to s...

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“The Faded Photograph” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #103

          The Faded Photograph Suzanne Marsh Katie Years have gone by since I first found the old faded photograph tucked away in a dresser drawer. My Mom was cleaning her dresser drawers; there was a picture of a young blond man in front of a maroon coupe. Mom made light of the situation: “He was a boy I knew during the war.” “Mom, why do you still have his picture?” “He meant something to me. He died toward the end of the war.” Now I was really intrigued; who was that man? Why did Mom hide ...

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“Old Poopie Drawers” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #102

         Old Poopie Drawers Suzanne Marsh Brooklyn, New York 1958 Grandma’s neighborhood had a multi international flavor about it. Brooklyn in 1958 was a great place for a curious child such as myself. I remember one neighbor of Grandma’s the children called old poopie drawers. Most parents in the neighborhood used to pull their children in the house when she walked by. I asked my Mom and Grandma why; Grandma replied: “We don’t know her; she moved in during the night two weeks ago. She lives do...

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“Loosing Faith” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #102

      Losing Faith Suzanne Marsh The five man recon team, their tents billowing in the wind and snow, atop Mount Delani watched in silence and fear. Fear had now become their constant companion. Their assignment was to keep an eye on the Russians; rumors were flying out of the Kremlin, quickly, that there was going to be an imminent invasion of the United States. For days they had been watching and waiting; wondering why? The larger issue was that if the Russians invaded the United States it would be a simple ...

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“The Day His World Stood Still” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #101

 The Day His World Stood Still Suzanne Marsh He stood stock still in front of the television; dear God what was happening? Tears began to trickle down his face. How could something so horrible be happening here in the United States? Will, was in the process of getting ready for his shift as an EMT, in San Diego County California. His twin brother Gil was there in New York City attached to the FDNY Tower Ladder One; he said a quick prayer that his brother would stay safe. He drove through rush hour traffic in Los Angeles; bumper to bumpe...

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“Double Jeopardy” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #100

     Double Jeopardy Suzanne Marsh My grizzly little story begins with a simple ad in the newspaper: “Wanted head cook experience required.” That wouldn’t work I had no real practical experience; just what my Mother had taught me preferably; not to burn water. I was disparate I need a job NOW. The lease on my apartment was due, I had no income. I decided that I would apply for the job. I knew the basics of cooking how complicated could it be? I rounded up my go to cook book. I sat down and thumbed through it; I hop...

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“The Confectionary Mystery” by Sue Marsh

Submitted to Contest #100

 The Confectionary Mystery WPA Cake 1 ½ cups of sugar ½ cup of shortening ½ cup of cocoa ½ teaspoon salt ½ teaspoon of baking soda 2 eggs 1 teaspoon baking power 3 cups flour 1 cup sour milk 1 cup boiling coffee 2 teaspoons vanilla The ingredients appear to be harmless enough. There is nothing that jumps out at me but this cake has caused me more consternation than any other cake I have ever made from “scratch”. I have always considered myself a fairly good cook and baker; that is until my husband made one of these cakes. We were vi...

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