Trudy Jas

“Sweet baby cakes.” by Trudy Jas

Sweet baby cakes. It all started on a dare, like so many other spectacular fiascos or sensational triumphs. “You are such a bigot! How can you summarily dismiss them? What do you have against them? It’s prejudice, is what it is. There! I said it.” My friend Barbara scoffed, rolled her eyes, and leaned back; arms crossed over her ample bosom. But before I could defend myself, she resumed her attack. “I thought better of you. How can you say you are a liberal, openminded, free thinking person if you won’t even look at something as innocent ...

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“The Art of Passion” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #290

The Art of Passion.Pencil sketchesEach day I don’t see you, each day I can’t be sure of your happiness, the sky is bleak and sunless. The air is motionless, without heat or chill. Birds are silent, and squirrels hide. There is no music, no speech, no laughter. The world is grey and distant.On those days I think about you and pray that you think of me too. That you share my thoughts, feel my wishes, and live for the day that you will be with me. Then I lie back and sketch new scenarios of our time together. How we will explore each other. Wha...

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“It's just another day.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #289

I’m running late. Again. Marjory called early this morning. Could I come in for a few hours?“You know I wouldn’t ask,” she said. “But I have a wedding to do, can you shampoo, please?” Marjory promised to pay me next week.That made me a few minutes late for my shift at Johnny's Market. Carson raised his eyebrows when I ran in. He kept circling around my lane all day. When I turned my drawer in, he claimed I didn’t balance and made me wait while he counted again. He docked me the dollar seventy-six I was short. What could I say? I let Mrs. Phi...

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“Subtropical storm Wendy” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #288

They enjoy planning. Debating where to go for their annual vacation. Agonizing over hotel versus B&B. Studying the map for the best and safest route. Calculating mileage against posted speed limits. Learning which rest stop has a gas station and clean facilities. Researching and rejecting sights, attractions, and possible side trips. All this is as much fun as the trip itself. More, maybe. Months ahead of the trip, they will make lists. Adding items, scratching off others, often adding them to the list again. They will ponder and worry, ...

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“How I found my Poise” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #285

I am about to run out of Poise, both the product and the attitude. So, I slip into my shoes, grab my keys, and make an emergency run to the store. To make the mad dash worth my while I reward myself with a bottle of wine.When I approach the diaper aisle from the dairy section, I see him sneak in from the opposite end. Being curious, I watch him approach, assuming he’ll stop at the small people diapers; he looks young enough. But he keeps walking and passes behind me. So, he is on his way to get milk, I conclude and forget about him till I re...

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“Five against the wind” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #285

Hello, copy desk? What’s your name, kid? --- Phillip, are you ready to take this down?Tuesday, January 30, 1940.Leeuwarden, Friesland, The Netherlands. 23:34.In the early hours, more than 3000 competitors and amateurs anxiously waited in the dark at the starting point of the Elfstedentocht (Eleven city tour). A 199 km skating race over frozen canals, rivers and lakes that connect eleven historical towns in Friesland, one of the two most northern provinces in The Netherlands.Yes, I’ll wait. --- Can I go on?Only when the Elfstedentocht Associa...

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“Slippery when wet.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #281

Do you remember the first time you saw the ad? You couldn’t look away, could you? You looked at your wife and she too was mesmerized. But she averted her eyes, knowing that it would be too extravagant. Too much to ask for.Then there was the full-page ad in the AARP Bulletin, do you remember that? You put it aside, took note of the local number. Of course, it would be too expensive, you thought. But maybe if you didn’t take that golf outing this year and skipped a few trips to the gambling boats. Surely then…You wife's birthday is coming up, ...

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“Dora the explorer” by Trudy Jas

This one is for Jed. :-)“Are you really going to do this?” Rebecca looks at her with big eyes. “Nobody has ever done it. Are you sure?”“If I want to have my name in books, then yes I need to do something nobody else has ever done. I can’t just repeat climbing the same mountain many other people have climbed. People will say, ‘sure, well done, kid.’ Then they’ll pad me on the head and move on. I’d just be an arm note. One of a few women to have done it.”“Don’t you mean anecdote? And you’d be the youngest. That should count for something, righ...

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“Wicked theft. A cautionary tale.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #277

A conversation with my computer. Computer voice expertly supplied by Derrick M. Domican. Thank you, Derrick for your time, thoughts and words. Couldn't have done it without you.Here we go, new week, new story. I need characters, and a plot with a beginning, middle and end. Who'll be my main character, what about a side character, point of view. Shall I go with close narrative? First person narrative? Oh, how about second person, always a challenge. But what about the plot, plot, plot, plot.I can help.Sh. I’m thinking. Plot, plot …Theft.Huh?...

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“Rest in peace” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #275

Rest in peace. Warning! Mention of child abuse, rape, miscarriage, and revenge. The fifth step from the top on the main stairs has chewing gum stuck in the left corner as you come down. In the south wing, in front of the second-floor girls’ room, a couple of the tiles are cracked. A section of baseboard, just outside the chem lab, has a mysterious stain with a lingering sulfur odor. Two of the ceiling tiles in the boy’s locker room are broken. A budding Peeping Tom fell through when trying to get to the girl’s showers, where in the last...

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“Halloween came early this year.” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #272

Halloween came early this year.For the history on Miss Abigail Forrest and Captain Jonah Heisson, please see "The house with five doors" Contest 251.Behind the old Victorian house I bought last year is a small one-room church with a Civil War era cemetery. There are twenty-eight gravestones in the yard. Three of the graves are empty.It didn’t taken long before I met Abigail Forrest, a lady, or more precise, a lady of the evening who had lived in the house soon after the Civil War. She had allowed me to read her diary and the letters to the s...

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“Temporal Tempest” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #267

Nothing happens in town before 7:53am.Until then the good citizens wait, sip their second or third cup of coffee, tighten shoelaces one more time, slick down Skip’s cowlick yet again, frown at Bobby as he slurps the sugared milk from the bottom of his cereal bowl.At 7:53 Ciril Presicz, CPA and Town Treasurer, who is so accurate one could, and many do, set their watch by him, passes by the First Marrien Bank. Up until this moment, the clock, perched on the bank’s facade, has confidently announced that the current temperature is 73 degrees Fah...

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“Story's Mission” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #266

Story’s MissionFinally, the library was one of the few places that offered any comfort in the old drafty Woodleigh Manor. The roaring fire was the main, though inadequate source of illumination in the cavernous book lined room. The light from the candelabra at Sir Percy’s elbow allowed for reading but did not reach beyond the well-worn leather club chair.Sir Percy turned the page of his book, pushed his half specs back in place and reached for the brandy snifter. Suddenly he paused in the lifting of the glass, his body at full alert. His bre...

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“Nuthin's pretty cool” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #265

Days ago, the young giant, too easily distracted, wandered away from his fellow giants. First, he loped after a butterfly. A pretty butterfly with many black lines and splotches of other colors. Until he got distracted by a skittish squirrel, but that little thing climbed higher up a tree than even the giant could reach. With a sigh of disappointment, the big guy moved on. He followed the spots of light that danced through the trees. Until those faded at the end of the day. That disappointment was also soon forgotten when he got a whiff of f...

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“Shadows” by Trudy Jas

Submitted to Contest #264

“Sasha!” mom hollers from the bottom of the stairs. If she doesn’t answer, mom will call for one of the boys. “SASHA!” or she won’t.Reluctantly, twelve-year-old Sasha starts to lower ‘Weird Girl’ by Myranda Marie, the book about an awkward girl who, together with her big ass dog, becomes part of a teenage werewolf pack. And discovers she has the special power of ‘seeing’. Just one more page.“SASHA! Now!”“Coming!” She runs down the stairs. Hopefully, this won’t take long so she can go back up in a second and finish the chapter. Surely Luca wi...

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