“Who? Princess? But they will only be here tomorrow..” replied Georgia. She was sure she had talked to her friend for the plan only the day before and had heard no updates as to otherwise. George must have heard wrong. “Who told you that?” continued Georgia before George could reply. “Pa just called. The plane…
Fantasy
Writers’ Journal #175 – Fried Potato – 59
For a moment, Malee thought George was staring at her as he stopped in the middle of the room, trying to stop his body from getting close to the girls in the tub. Instinctively, both the girls covered themselves with their hands. Then Georgia grabbed the same sponge that Malee was using to wash her…
Writers’ Journal #174 – Fried Potato – 58
Malee had seen Georgia’s near nude body on the beach, but not that close. Her back was smooth, unblemished, pure white with visible tanned lines around her underwears. Malee couldn’t help staring at the carefully crafted back in admiration. “You will not stand there and stare at my back forever, are you?” said Georgia. She…
Writers’ Journal #173 – Fried Potato – 57
George looked at his sister and took a slice of salmon on his plate to his mouth. Then he picked up the wine cup that Malee had filled and slowly swirled the cup around with his hand. “Are you expecting an answer from me?” asked George after taking a small sip from the cup. “No….
Writers’ Journal #172 – Fried Potato – 56
“Don’t leave me.” George repeated. Malee wasn’t sure what was happening, but she knew George well enough within a short time they had met that he wasn’t “all right” at all. She sat back on the bed again and wondered what to say next. “Is there anything I can do?” asked Malee. If there was…
Writers’ Journal #171 – Fried Potato – 55
Mary was already in the room with Georgia when Malee knocked on the door and pushed down the handle bar. She saw Mary and Georgia having another round of discussion, must have been an important one, for they didn’t even looked at the door to see who was coming in. Malee closed the door quietly…
Writers’ Journal #170 – Fried Potato – 54
Malee remained in that position till the discussion between Mary and Georgia had completed. All that she could remember was that there were voices talking about dresses and shoes. By the time her senses had fully woken up, Mary had left the room, leaving Georgia to pick up another book. Malee felt her whole body…
Writers’ Journal #169 – Fried Potato – 53
Malee silently paced up and down the room so as not to disturb Georgia. She could feel her confidence rising with each step and even though the pain didn’t disappear from her ankles, she could ignore them. Eventually, she went out and attempt the staircase again. Malee walked over to the door and turned the…
Writers’ Journal #168 – Fried Potato – 52
Malee stood up and walked into the kitchen with Malee and her son, Michael, carefully looking at her legs. Once she came into the kitchen, Malee could see the smoke rising from the dishes. She sat down at her usual place and looked around the table. It seemed everyone was aware of her ordeals under…
Writers’ Journal #166 – Fried Potato – 50
Malee took the book from Georgia’s hand and sat down at the nearest chair. She then held the book and started flipping through the pages. As Georgia said, it was a picture puzzle book by a man called “MENSA”, whom Malee had never heard before. He must have been pretty bored to come out with…