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Ride the Storyline Express – with Bubbles and a Big Startle

In Blog Post, Entertainment, mikidemillion, Random Posts, Ride the Storyline Express, Stories, Story, Uncategorized, Writers, writing, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Understanding Style and Technique, Writing - Work in Progress on October 10, 2010 at 10:20 pm

The first story of this series can be found here:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/writers-block-ride-the-storyline-express/

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BUBBLES and the BIG STARTLE

Remember the things you said as a kid?  In my neighborhood we said it all, mostly when out of the hearing range of parents.  We weren’t allowed to swear so we called each other things picked up from television shows or expressions passed down from kid generation to kid generation.  Things that made us laugh.  Like ‘snot nose’ or ‘dog breath’.  One particular favorite, always good for a giggle or two, was calling someone a ‘bubble butt’.

“Hey, Bubble Butt, just try and make it to second base!  You’re going out.”

Or, “Quit stalling and just kick the can, Bubble Butt!”

To be honest, we didn’t really know what a bubble butt was, it just sounded funny.  So we said it.

I don’t want to think how long it’s been since my kid days.  I’m thoroughly embarrassed to even think of the many other things that used to make us laugh.

And I guess there’s not a lot to laugh about now, waking up early every day and going to work and having to pay bills.  Welcome to the real world.

 

Photo by Tokyo Metro GFDL 1.2

 

On the way home from work this week I boarded another crowded bus.  When people tried to get on at the next stop they were stopped at the top of the bus steps by a wall of people that you could bounce a ball against.   Only five blocks later did people finally begin to get off the bus.

I moved, inch by inch, deeper into the interior mass of people.  I noticed a guy sucking in his stomach and squeezing around people, leaning halfway into one of the seats to move to the back door.  That’s when I saw that the back half of the bus aisle was empty.  What is it with people wanting to stand at the front of the bus?  Not me.  I passed by two people and could see light shining through the rear bus window.   I moved toward it, but was blocked.  There was only one person between me and freedom of movement.  This person was big, but not really fat.  Just very tall and a bit meaty but not at all obese.  I crossed over the other side of the aisle and looked down to keep my footing, and that’s when I saw it.  For the first time in my life, many years out of my childhood, I was actually being blocked by the biggest bubble butt imaginable.

This was the real thing.  More expansive and bubbly than any butt I’d ever seen in my lifetime.  It took up the entire aisle space.  I mean, the distance from the right-hand row of seats stretching across the aisle to the left row.  Shaped like bubbles about to burst, it protruded out far enough to block the aisle.  It defied gravity.

I didn’t want to stare.  I sucked in and leaned halfway into the same bus seat the guy before me had used.  The poor woman sitting in that seat had to move her head to let me by, just as she had to do for the guy minutes before.  I squeezed between her and the bubble, holding my breath, and barely made it into the open aisle space.

So, it was true, I kept thinking, able to breathe again.  There really was such a thing as a bubble butt!  I was absolutely awestruck that it really did exist.  Isn’t it wonderful how we humans are all alike yet so different?  It’s the differences that make each one of us interesting, makes each one unique.

A seat opened up and I sat next to the window, staring out at people walking down the sidewalk.  A hospital was nearby and I watched car doors flying open and people emerging with handfuls of yellow and pink flowers.  Babies went by pushed in strollers.  One man caught my attention.  He walked slowly.   I stared because there was something about him that didn’t seem quite right.  His head hung low.  When my mind registered what I was seeing  I couldn’t believe it.  It was so startling I couldn’t help but openly gape at the sight, turning my head to continue looking as the bus passed by.  I turned all the way ar0und in my seat to watch as long as possible.  And, still, it was difficult to process what I was seeing.

I’m not sure, but I don’t think the man had a neck.  There was skin where his neck should have been but it sagged down over his shoulders and at the end of it his head bounced along like a watermelon inside a mesh produce bag.  I stared harder, trying to see him in the distance as the bus rolled along.  How was it possible?  How can someone survive without the support of a cervical spine?  People die from broken necks.  But this guy was walking around with his head hanging below his shoulders without any sign of support.

Other than that he looked like any one else on the street.

What a ride!

Living in the city, at times I am annoyed by all the people I have to encounter in a given day.  It’s normal to stand in a long line at the post office, wait for ten orders of people ahead of me to be made before I can get a cup of coffee, and to have a bus go by my corner because it’s too packed with people to stop for more.  I could scream sometimes!  People are annoying and obnoxious and pushy, yes, but they are always fascinating and unique.  How wonderful there are people with bubble butts and how miraculous someone can walk down the street with seemingly nothing but skin to keep their head on.

I used to read a book on the bus, but now I ride with eyes wide open.

The Taking of the Square – 5th Section

In fiction, Random Posts, Story, The Taking of the Square, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Work in Progress on May 23, 2010 at 7:38 pm

Here’s a link to the 4th Section:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/04/25/the-taking-of-the-square-4th-section/

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It didn’t make sense to Maddie.  For the past six months she and Adam had been spying on old man Johnson, hoping to peek at the rocketship he’d been building, the one hidden inside his garage for years.  Now Adam was spending his free time with TG, yes, the toilet girl, old man Johnson’s daughter.

“I told them to meet us here,”  Sharon says, turning all the way around, staring directly at Maddie from the center of Square Three.  “They said they would.”

Maddie bends, tightening the tie on her sneaker.  Outwardly appearing nonchalant, inside her thoughts swarm like mosquitoes in the dusk.   Sharon’s words bite a thousand bites but Maddie refuses her the satisfaction to see her scratch.  From behind, someone taps her shoulder.  Maddie snaps her head to look back, afraid to see who she thinks it might be.  Her eyes relax with recognition.

“Oh, Arthur, hi.”

“Hey Maddie.”  He steps back while she lifts her legs over the cement border to face in his direction.

“Not playing?”

“Nope, ” Maddie rubs her hands together, and slaps them on the leg of her jeans to remove playground dirt.  “Ready to leave.”

“But the playground doesn’t close for two hours.”

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking of going to the horse farm.”

“All the way over there?”

“On my bike,” she says.  “It’s not that far.”

“I’ll race you.”

Arthur runs toward the sidewalk where dozens of bikes stand upright on kickstands or lie flat on the grass.

“Not fair,” Maddie shouts from her seat on the cement.  She leaps up, running.  It feels good to run.  It releases the mind to nothing but the feel of pulling muscles.

Arthur is the fastest runner in the entire school.  One time Maddie almost beat him in a race around the ball field but at the last minute her legs gave out.  Behind them the rest of the class was only halfway the distant around the field.  From that day they’d bonded a sort of friendship.

Arthur’s head-start to the horse farm opens a whole length of sidewalk block between them.  He doesn’t even look back as he pedals, holding tight onto both handlebars with his rear lifted over the seat for speed.  Maddie scrambles to a group of bikes, searching for the familiar dark blue fender of her bicycle.  It’s no where.  She  looks up.  Arthur has not slowed, he’s almost two blocks away, nearly to the railroad tracks.  Maddie views all the bikes, her eyes move slower over each one.  It’s not here.  Maddie’s face flashes hot and she knows those girls took it.  Playing a prank on her.  She will go back to the Four Square and… she slaps her forehead, now she remembers.  She walked here.

Arthur is out of sight.  Maddie laughs.  “You win,” she tells him in her mind, and laughs again.  He’s so competitive he probably won’t notice until he’s at the horse farm.  She can’t wait to see him at school on Monday and hear what he says.  Oh, how it makes her laugh.

The baseball fields stretch ahead of her, two blocks of mostly dark green grass.  She feels like running.  Running forever.  Maddie slips off her sneakers and runs across cool bumpy sidewalk with shoes in hand.  She slides onto soft grass.  The balls of her feet press deep into the grass, it feels cold on this cloudy day, and she is propelled forward by force of muscle and pure emotion.

What has happened to her?  She’s acting strange, even she knows it.  She feels confused inside.  Like she has no control over how she will feel one minute to the next.  A train approaches, the engine chugging a chain of rail cars behind it more than a block long.  Maddie runs faster.  The train tracks, in the distance, parallel to the edge of the baseball fields, on her left, guide the engine head-on past Maddie.  The ground shakes underneath her bare feet.  The clanking and bounce of metal rolling along rails thirty-some yards away drowns all other sound.  But through the noise, racing uppermost in her mind, is the thought of Adam.  And she’s unsure why.  Days before she didn’t think twice about him.  He’s a neighborhood friend, who likes to spend time with her spying on Johnson.  Someone to rocket hunt with him.  That’s all.

She slows her pace near the outer edge of the baseball field.  The train has stopped.  It blocks the sidewalk in the direction home.  On this end of the field younger kids are playing baseball.  Maddie sits behind the ball fence to watch and wait.

The train sits for a long time without moving.  Maddie moves closer to the crossing and sits on the sidewalk to put her sneakers back on.  From spaces underneath the train cars she sees others have been stuck on the other side as well.  Cars are lined up and there are legs walking back and forth and bike tires with riders’ legs leaning to one side with one foot on pavement.  Something catches her eye two rail cars down from the crossing.  A blur of fur rushes forward, passing under the train.  People shout from the other side.

Maddie doesn’t breathe until the dog appears on her side, safe, the train behind it remains at a standstill.

“Ranger!” Maddie yells, surprised and angry.  He could have been killed.  Ranger bounds over to her at the sound of his name and Maddie grabs his collar.  “Stay!”  She holds him with both arms and leans forward to see if Adam knows where he is.  “Don’t you dare move!” she says when Ranger pushes against her shoulder as if ready to play.  “I mean it!” Maddie tightens her hold.

Adam, crouched to the ground, peers underneath the stopped train.  Adam bends to a crawling position.  He doesn’t appear to have seen her yet, nearly two car lengths away.  Maddie wants to wave both hands so he’ll look in her direction, but no way will she let go of Ranger now.  What if he runs underneath the train again?

The train cars flinch, metal connectors bump backward in succession from rail car to rail car.  The engine has moved forward and it takes a moment for the cars behind it to respond.

Finally!

Maddie glances again to Adam.  Her heart stops.  He’s crawled forward, near the edge of track. He’s turned to the right, unmoving, staring at the wheels of the train.

“Get back!” Maddie yells.  Is he crazy?  She loops her fingers around Ranger’s collar so she can half-stand.  Adam’s not going to crawl under, is he?  The train is ready to move. Can’t he see that?  He should know better than to guess how long before the wheels will advance.  Does he think he can get to the other side ?  Why would he do that?

She tugs Ranger, hoping to move him closer.  Maybe Adam will see them and know Ranger is safe with her.

Maddie drags Ranger around a blue station wagon in the line of cars stopped at the crossing.  She hurries, anxious to peek under the train again.  She pushes Ranger to sit and bends, looking for Adam.  What she sees is TG pulling Adam by his arm, forcing him to back away from the train.

Maddie, relieved, nearly collapses at Ranger’s side.  More than anything, she wants to scream at Adam.  What was he thinking?  She practically had a heart attack watching him.  What is wrong with him?  And she could give TG a big hug right now.   At least she has some sense.  Maddie feels a twinge of appreciation for her.

The train cars lunge forward  several inches.  The train creaks as it begins to move.

And it hits Maddie like a freight train.  That’s why he did it.  Her blood races.  She is sure of it.  Adam was trying to show-off for TG.  That’s exactly what he was doing.  And here she is, holding his dog, keeping Ranger safe, while Adam’s goofing off on the other side to impress some girl.  Playing chicken with a train.  All for TG.

Maddie’s lungs expand, feeling like they’ll burst.  She holds Ranger closer.  And when she buries her head in fur, what bursts are a million tears.

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NEXT TIME: Is this the end of Maddie and Adam’s friendship?  What will she do?  How will he react?

The Taking of the Square – 4th Section

In fiction, Random Posts, The Taking of the Square, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Understanding Style and Technique, Writing - Work in Progress on April 25, 2010 at 6:08 pm

The Taking of the Square by mikidemillion

Draft – 4th STORY SECTION

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Link to 3rd story section

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/04/11/the-taking-of-the-square-3rd-section/

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Maddie knocks on the door.  In her mind she sees Adam’s smile, how it stretches across his face.  What is taking him so long?  Her stomach flutters when the door pushes open.  She steps back.  It takes a moment to adjust to the sight of a yellow and blue print dress.  Adam’s mother holds the door edge, her hands covered in bright yellow rubber gloves.

“Hi, Maddie.”  Mrs. Noble has a warm smile.  “My, you’re early today.  Adam’s not here.  He’s at the bicycle shop with his father.”

Maddie doesn’t know how to respond.  She’d been hoping to see Adam since the early hours of the morning.  With that in mind she remembers to ask, “And Ranger?”

“Why, yes.  You knew he found Ranger?”

“Not really, but I thought I saw Ranger last night,” she pauses, then adds, “from my window.”

“You saw him?  How funny.  He was on the porch this morning.  So, Ranger came home last night?”

“Yes,” Maddie doesn’t know what else to say.  She half-turns, then stops.  There is something she wants to know. “umm, did Ranger have anything on?” she says, turning to look at Mrs. Noble.

Adam’s mother raises her eyebrow, “Whatever do you mean?”

Maddie’s face flashes hot.  “Nothing,” she says,  lowering her head.  “I thought I saw something.”

She feels Mrs. Noble looking at her.  When Maddie peeks up, Adam’s mother has a confused look on her face.  “I was half asleep,” Maddie offers and Mrs. Noble smiles.  Then she claps her yellow hands together.

“Wait one minute.  I almost forgot.” She moves to the interior of the kitchen and returns to the doorway.

“Here,” she says, extending her gloved hand with opened palm.  Maddie’s heart skips.

“Adam said if I see you to give it back and say thank you.  That it worked.” She hesitates a minute.  “Not sure what that means, but here it is.”

Maddie grins.  “Thank you,” she folds her fingers around the rock and holds it tight.  “I know what he means.”

Maddie skips along the sidewalk with her lucky rock safe in the pocket of her jeans.  She stops two blocks away, when she reaches the sidewalk where she’d drawn her hop-scotch board the day before.  It looks different with clouds in the sky.  The pink outline not as bright.  She can’t sit and wait for Adam to return.  It could be hours.

At home her mother suggests ‘If you’re bored, why not go clean your room’?  Oh thanks mom.  After lunch Maddie walks to the schoolyard.  In the Spring, the school opens its playground early afternoons on weekends.  Although the school grounds are always open, the playground isn’t officially open until a green wooden box, big enough to fit five kids, has been pulled onto the school grass and unlocked.  Inside are badmitten sets, baseball bats, volleyball nets and all sorts of balls, including the gigantic red rubber ball they all use for Four Square, available to anyone who adds their name to the equipment sign-up sheet.

Only two kids are playing in the corner courtyard when she arrives, the area where four equal-sized squares have been painted, in perfect even-yellow-lines, on the cement.   The two eye her suspiciously when she steps to the first square on the game.

“Friend or foe?” one little boy asks.

“Friend,” she lies.

She hits the ball just hard enough to make it look like the kid fumbled it himself.  Maddie moves to square two but allows the little boy to stay in three.  It’s not like there are dozens in line waiting to get into the game.  They all stay in the game no matter who goes out.  Two more kids join them, one goes to square one and the other stands next in line.

The new kids are older and the game becomes brisk.  Maddie moves to the top square, the Server Square, or King Position as some call it, and stays there for much of the half-hour.  The line grows and the competition is fierce.  Maddie hits the oncoming ball off the side of her hand by accident and it lands outside the second square.  She drops to the end of the line and waits her turn, advancing closer to the first square every time someone is called out.

Some players group together, forming alliances, to hold onto the power position by working as a team.  The person in the fourth square position starts the game and calls the plays.  If the ball is to go to counter clockwise, or can only be passed by using one hand, the Server is the one who calls it.  The speed of the game is controlled by the fourth square position, who can announce from the start to keep the ball moving at a slow pace.  The person can also change the pace once the ball enters their square again, and call out ‘fast game’ at any moment.  It’s a standard trick to slam the ball unexpectedly at someone they want out of the game.

To hope to dominate as King, one has to follow the dictates of the person in power and wait for the opposition to fumble.  To get to be the King requires concentration on the ball and readiness to react quickly to changes.

Maddie follows the ball around the playing area with her eyes.  She bends her knees, the ball travels the square low and fast.  Two older guys from the Junior High School are in the third and fourth square positions.  That’s fine.  She’s content to stay in the second square and stay in the game.  They seem to like her game play and the three of them play off each other to get rid of whoever steps up to the first square.

A new kid gets lucky and bumps off the King.  Maddie moves to third.  The new King makes eye contact with her to work together and get rid of the second square.  He bounces the ball a few times and Maddie crouches to prepare for anything.

“Friend or foe?” the new King asks square one.

“Foe,” a girl says.  Maddie looks up in surprise.  The girl glances at her then in a show of excessive haughtiness turns her attention to the King.  Maddie looks behind her at the next person in line and sees Sharon.  Her two classmates ignore her.  The girl in square one, Kim, spreads out her arms in a show of readiness to deflect the ball.

Maddie hasn’t seen them since that day at the Johnson garage.  It seems so much time has passed but was it only yesterday?  The King bounces a slow ball into Maddie’s square.  She gently taps it back to him.  They share it, back and forth, for a few minutes.  Maddie waits for a signal to a showdown.  They speed up the passing of the ball, enough to ensure they won’t miss it but it’s a set-up for the big play.  The King motions with his eyes to the second square.  Maddie acknowledges with a look and slaps the ball to bounce sideways, so close inside the corner of the second square the kid doesn’t even reach for it.

Sharon smiles at Kim when she steps into square one.  Neither look at Maddie.  The King plays the ball again to Maddie.  They bounce it to each other for awhile.

Sharon folds her arms.

“I saw Adam about ten minutes ago,” she tells her friend.

Maddie’s eyes lose their focus on the ball for a second.  She taps it back to the King.

Sharon dips and positions her arms to receive the ball.  She looks directly at Maddie.  “He was with that Johnson girl.”

Maddie’s vision goes inside, she hears the ball bouncing but sees nothing.  Her eyes feel wide.  She tries to hide it by blinking.  The ball bumps off the toe of her sneaker and flies high and out of bounds.  Maddie doesn’t care, her mind processes what Sharon has said.  Forgetting to go to the end of the line, she sits instead on the low cement wall that borders the sidelines of the playing area.

She hears giggles from the Four Square area but it sounds far away.

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NEXT TIME: Why is Adam with Julie?  Will Maddie find out what really happened to Ranger?  Find out next time!

The Taking of the Square – 3rd Section

In fiction, Random Posts, The Taking of the Square, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Understanding Style and Technique, Writing - Work in Progress on April 11, 2010 at 7:22 am

The Taking of the Square by mikidemillion

Draft – 3rd STORY SECTION

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Link to 1st Story Section:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/the-taking-of-the-square/

Link to 2nd Story Section:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/27/the-taking-of-the-square-2nd-section/

Maddie steps back and peeks around Adam’s shoulder.  The small door of the garage flings wide and the Johnson girl is pushed from behind through it.  Black gloves disappear off her back.  She blinks at the sunlight.

“The dog’s not in there,” she says.  The door pulls shut and she glances back as it latches.

Adam moves closer, he twists to bounce a look off Maddie, his eyes dark and mouth forming, “Wh-“.   The girl motions him to go back.  He stops without retreating.

“I checked,” she tells him and holds her hand out as if to keep him away from the garage.

“Come on, Teagee, it’s my dog,” Adam’s words plead.  The girl’s face reacts first to what he calls her, looking surprised and she looks beyond, like she’s trying to figure out what he’s said.  Then she meets his gaze and her eyes soften.  She appears unprepared for what she sees.

After a moment, eyes still on him, she says, “Julie.”

“Julie?” Adam hesitates, “but Madd-,” he glances back at Maddie, looking confused.

“My name is Julie.”

Maddie, inserting herself near Adam’s shoulder, thinks she’s protecting him but realizes the moment she does it that she’s interrupting something.  Something she can’t explain.  She looks at Adam but he doesn’t notice and Maddie feels a warp in time and space.  Like she’s tumbling through it and it’s a rough ride.

It feels like everything has changed.

“She said your dog’s not here,” Mrs. Johnson says from behind the screen door.  Adam turns his head.

“Yes.  Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.”  His voice sounds formal and shaky.  Adam turns again to Julie.  “If you see Ranger will you let me know? ”

“His name’s Ranger?” Julie is soft spoken.

“Yes,” Adam puts his hand on Maddie’s shoulder and guides her toward the street.  “His name’s Ranger,” he tells Julie, looking back at her.  “I’m down five blocks, the third house from the corner.  White.”

“I know,” Julie waves, her hand barely moving, and smiles at him as he goes.  A weak smile, but it bothers Maddie when she glances back to see it.  Adam’s spirit seems to lift.

“Thanks,” he says at yard’s edge and jumps across the ditch to the street.

The screen door to the house closes behind them and Adam tugs his battered bike upright.  He tries rolling it but the front fender clanks and the back tire slides on the ground with no rotation.  He struggles to get it on the street.

“Looks like you’re not going to the playground,” the girl says, still leaning on the handlebars of her bike, watching from the middle of the road.  Her friend, Sharon, has joined her.  They ignore Maddie.  Sharon pulls the handlebars of her bike to jerk the front tire to the right.  The other girl does the same.  Sharon pushes off on her foot and pedals in the direction of the school.

“We’ll be there if you want to come by later.”

Adam puts his hand up to acknowledge their leaving but acts distracted.  Like he’s thinking about something.  “I don’t know how I’m going to get this bike home,” he says, “I might need help with it.”  He looks back at the Johnson house.

Maddie swallows a strange feeling, caught off-guard by it.  Like she’s threatened somehow.  Like she has to act quickly.  She grips the right handlebar of Adam’s bike and pushes forward.  Adam helps her, pushing from his side.  The bike’s back tire squeaks and skids along the road but the bike moves between the two, easier than expected.

“We can push it up one block then I’ll go back and ride my bike to catch up, and do it again for the next block.  It won’t take too long.”

“Sure.” Adam looks again at the Johnson house.  Maddie glances over, wondering if he’s searching for a sign of Ranger, but sees Julie standing in the window, watching them.  Adam takes a long look back at the house.  Maddie has to think fast.

“Maybe Ranger’s at your house already.  We can check when we get there.”

It works.  Adam’s eyes turn again to her and he looks hopeful.  “You’re right!  Let’s go.”

They reach Adam’s yard close to dinnertime.  “Ranger!”  Both yell it several times.  Adam leaves his bike tipped sideways on the lawn and races to the back of the house.  Maddie listens for barking sounds but hears nothing.  Her bike has been left on the previous block and on her way to retrieve it her feet move as slow on the pavement as the back tire of Adam’s broken bike.

Adam is standing by his bike when she returns riding hers.  “Not here,” he says without looking up.

“He’s probably somewhere around the neighborhood.  He’ll show up soon.”

“Yeah.” Adam pulls his bike closer to the house.  He, too, moves slow.  Maddie’s heart dips, she can only imagine how it must feel for a boy to be missing his dog.

“I’ll watch for him,” Maddie says.  She tries to sound upbeat.

“Okay.”

“I have to go eat dinner now but I’ll look first thing in the morning.”

“Okay.  Thanks.”  Adam drops his bike at the side of the house and for the first time looks up at Maddie.  She’s not sure, but their interaction feels different.  Almost like she’s lost importance.  Like he doesn’t care if she does or doesn’t look for Ranger.  Like she’s just another kid in the neighborhood.

It’s a strange feeling.  So different than earlier that afternoon when he’d asked her, as he usually did, to go with him to try to get a look at the rocketship.  It was as if they’d somehow gone up into space and on re-entry landed slightly off the mark, not quite where they’d lifted off.

In the evening Maddie closes her eyes but late into the night still stares at the ceiling.  So many thoughts, so much has happened, but the one thing keeping her awake is an uncertainty over the changed friendship with Adam.  What’s wrong?  Why does it keep her awake?

Maybe if she looked out the window in the direction of his house.  Maybe it would settle her mind.  The room is dark.  She stumbles on a shoe, stops and listens, making sure her parents haven’t woken, then stands in front of the window and lifts a curtain edge.  The night feels cool outside the pane of glass.  Her breath leaves a cloud when her face presses against it.  She drops to her knees to lean her elbows on the window sill.  The tree in the yard sways in the wind.  An aluminum can rolls on the street.  It takes a minute to adjust her eyes to the darkness outside.

She watches for a long time, staring at nothing, at times looking up at the stars.  Lids heavy, she jerks her head up when it nods forward.  The moon has moved higher in the sky and further west, now barely visible from her window.  She rubs her eyes and pulls the sleeves of her pajamas to cover her arms.  She hugs her arms close, feeling their warmth.  She could be much warmer buried in her blanket with head cradled on a cushy pillow.  sounds heavenly.

With palms flat on the window sill, she pushes up, preparing to stand.  Her eyes close and she waits for a moment before opening them.  Like leisurely long blinks.  Too tired to stay open for long.  She pushes to stand and blinks again, a long moment with lids closed, then open.  They stay open.  Something is moving on the street.  Something shiny and low, moving at a medium pace.  It passes under a street light and flashes silver.

Maddie’s eyes widen.  That’s him.  “Ranger,” she says aloud.  He trots underneath the next street light.  The silver glints again.  He’s going in the direction of Adam’s house.  Maddie cups her mouth to stifle a shout of excitement.  Her eyebrows pull together then lift high.  On Ranger’s head is a small triangular hat made out of silver material.  Like aluminum.  Like he’s on his way home after a trip into space.

NEXT TIME: Why is Ranger wearing that hat? What’s Adam going to say about it?  Will Maddie be able to sleep again?  Find out, next time!

Ride the Storyline Express – What a Catch!

In Don't Read This - It's Personal, Random Posts, Ride the Storyline Express, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Understanding Style and Technique, Writing - Work in Progress on April 3, 2010 at 4:51 am

For those new to the concept, when I tag-surf WordPress I notice posts about Writer’s Block.  I suggested a way to get around the block – ride public transportation.  The stories, people, the stories!

If we share what we see out there and post it, then other writers might read it and get ideas from it.  SHARE THE RIDE.  If you want to join, either comment here, leave a link to your own story, or post your story and tag it with Ride the Storyline Express.  We’ll find you.

Here a link to the other stories I’ve posted to date:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/28/ride-the-storyline-express-with-booger-boy/

and

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/writers-block-ride-the-storyline-express/

With that said, let’s get to the next story on the mikidemillion route:

For months I’d noticed the man with the fishing pole.  He’s hard to miss,  a big man who takes up a full seat and then some of the next.  He sits in the front of the bus on the sideways seats.  Two halves of a fishing pole stick out of a big white bucket held steady on the floor between ankles of yellow rubber boots.  He’s an older man but even with hair whitened by gray he doesn’t look retirement age.  Bib overalls latch across his chest, an unusual sight on a bus packed with students and 9-to-5ers.

There is a reality show on television about the life of crab fishermen.  I’m mesmerized by it.  Rough and tumble men, king crab fishermen, ride the icy Bering Sea in search of a big catch for an even bigger payoff.  It’s not the kind of job a soft office-worker-bee would consider.  These are stubbled men with scars.  A Saturday night drunken trip to the tattoo parlor would be laughable to them.  Think you’re tough?   The scratch of a tattoo piercing is nothing compared to the real pain of a shoulder wrenched out of a socket or a chunk of flesh gouged out of the arm.  All while chilled to the bone.  Tattoo?  hah!  For the weak ones.

So I looked at this fish-out-of-water bus rider with a preconceived notion he was someone with strength to tough it out, a natural provider.  Romanticizing the rugged life.  Was he a loner?  Did he give his heart to the sea?  Maybe a deep thinker, spending hours on a sun-filled dock, listening to water lapping onto shore, and analyzing why we are here on this earth.

I sat near him one morning.  After a few blocks he pushed his disassembled pole aside to reach into the pocket of his overalls.  A cell phone appeared in his hand.  What a disappointment.  Captain Ahab would never pull out a cell phone, no matter what century he was in.  Was my legendary seaman just a guy who fished?

“What are you doing?” he said to the phone.  His voice loud and graveled, at least that was as it should be.  He listened for a second, leaned forward, then exploded.

“I told you I want the clothes washed this morning.  Did you do the dishes?  I don’t want to see dishes in the sink when I get home.  And make lunch early.  What?  Do what I tell you, you hear me?  No, I want you to do it now.  Shut up and do what I say, you hear me?”

He was loud, loud enough to bring everyone on the bus to a stunned silence.  He clipped his phone closed, dropped it in his pocket and settled back in his seat.

There was a confused moment when my mind re-categorized the guy in my brain.  From fisherman to jerk.

“Oh, aren’t you a big man?” a woman sitting across from him said.

“What’s your problem?” the man stared at her.

“My problem is how you talk to women.”

“It’s not your problem so stay out of it.”

“Maybe you can talk to your woman like that, but not to me.”

“Yeah?  What are you going to do about it?”  He actually sneered at her.

“I’m not afraid of you.  Jerk.  I’m telling you, you can’t speak to women like that.  And some of us will stand up to you and let you know it.”

“You want to take this out to the sidewalk?  Come on, get off the bus and meet me outside.”

“You think I can’t beat you up?  Oh, what a small man you are, picking on women.  Jerk.”

“Want to get off the bus right now?”

“You are not worth my time.  And you’d better not put a hand on that poor woman you were talking to.  Bullies like you belong in jail.”

“Oh yeah,” the guy stands and speaks louder, “let’s go lady.”

The woman sits up higher in her seat.

The driver stops the bus at the corner and stands between them in the middle of the aisle.  They glare around the driver at one another, in lunging positions.  The driver puts out her hands to motion both back in their seats.  “Enough is enough,” the driver says.  “or one of you will have to get off here.”

They continue to stare at each other but neither says a word.

“Good,” the bus driver says and returns to her seat.

“Jerk,” the woman says again, not really under her breath.  Loud enough for those of us sitting nearby to hear.

Jerk, I think, not  aloud.  I’m all for protecting women and everything but my commitment isn’t strong enough to risk showing up at work with a bloody nose and black eye.  Especially when the woman to be protected is an unheard voice on the other end of a dead cell phone line.

And I think of  the guy I once romanticized.  What a catch.  That poor woman should have tossed him back into the water the moment he climbed into her boat.  There is no payoff for that cargo.

What’s interesting is the guy got off the bus after two more blocks.  Not his usual stop.  I’m usually off the bus before him and I had a long way to go.  And I haven’t seen him since.

It makes me wonder, when is the best time to defend an injustice?  Am I part of the problem?  Sitting and watching as the drama unfolds.  Or, is it better to pick battles that ensure results with minimal danger.  I’d like to think that woman on the bus made Mr. Yellow Boots think twice before barking at his wife.  I doubt it.  Probably made him angrier.  But it did make him change his route so that’s something.

And I’ll never assume a man with a pole is anything more than a man with a pole.

So, what about you?  Have a story to share?  Take us for a Ride on the Storyline Express!

The Taking of the Square – 2nd Section

In Random Posts, The Taking of the Square, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Work in Progress on March 27, 2010 at 5:55 pm

The Taking of the Square by mikidemillion

Draft – 2nd STORY SECTION

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Link to 1st Story Section:

https://mikidemillion.wordpress.com/2010/03/13/the-taking-of-the-square/

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Adam jumps off his bicycle.  It leans and tips, left to the laws of gravity.  Maddie grabs for a handlebar but is too late.  Metal, bike chain and aluminum crash to the street pavement inches from the girl who’d circled back from halfway up the block.  She screams, swerving her bike, then pushes hard with her heels backward on the pedals.  Bike tires squeal until the front frame of the bike lifts slightly and she comes to a full stop in the middle of the road.  She glares at Maddie and raises her hands in the air.

“What’s going on?” the girl says.

Maddie steps off to the side of her own bike and  rolls it to the grass.  She drops it, swivels, and leans forward, reaching for Adam’s bike.  “Why don’t you just leave?”

Metal rakes the cement.  Maddie winces at the death rattle of Adam’s bike.  The scraping sound tingles her nerve endings.

“Go!” Maddie shouts at the girl who doesn’t move from the middle of the road.

Those girls do not belong here, outside of class, trying to lure Adam away.  They don’t understand the mysteries of old man Johnson’s garage and the rocketship.   They cannot understand the feeling not knowing the whereabouts of Ranger and what it means to Adam.   Finding his dog is something she and Adam have to do.  Those girls do not belong here.

Behind her a wobbly sound and loud pounding begins.  She glances around.  Adam is beating the Johnson garage door with his fists.

“Where’s my dog?” he yells at the door, over and over again.  The door tilts back from the top of its runners and sways a little forward at the bottom from the impact of every fist.  The door shudders with sound.

Adam looks back when Maddie approaches.  His mouth tight, he turns then yells at the door again. And again.   Louder each time.  Maddie raps on the door, timid at first, but seeing Adam’s eyes forces her hand into a ball for a hard knock.  So hard her hand feels sore and she has to stop.  Adam drops both hands to his side, like he’s resting.

The audible click of a latch from behind the door raises the hair on Maddie’s arms.  Adam and Maddie glance at one another and step back.

In the same instant, the screen door of the Johnson house opens.  Maddie leans back to peer around Adam.  A young girl holds the screen door half open, watching them from the house porch.  Without turning around she shouts “Mom, get out here.”

Adam slaps his palm on the garage door, as if willing it to open.

“That’s TG,” Maddie tells Adam, keeping her voice low.

Adam looks, his palm still pressed against the garage door.

“That’s Teagee?”

Maddie shushes him, the girl doesn’t know they call her that.

The girl is big.  Not fat big, but two heads taller than most kids her age.  She’s taller than both Adam and Maddie and two years younger.  She’s not skinny either.  Just big.  For a kid.

Toilet girl.  Everyone who lives within twelve blocks knows the story.  Her mother, the heaviest woman in the neighborhood, couldn’t get out of the bathroom in time and the girl was born in the toilet.  Adam, who’d moved to town half a year ago, had been told the story and he called the daughter what the other kids called her.  Maybe he hadn’t made the connection.

The screen door coils stretch.  The girl opens the door wider and her mother’s head appears.  “What are you kids doing?”

Adam runs to her and mounts the porch steps.  “Please, ma’am, I think my dog is inside your garage.”

Mrs. Johnson’s face wrinkles, her eyebrows lift.  She pushes her daughter forward.  “Go ask your father.”

Adam steps out of the way for the girl to descend the two cement stairs.

“You kids stay here,” Mrs. Johnson tells Adam.  She doesn’t look happy.  Adam motions to Maddie and she moves to his side when the Johnson girl passes by.  Time slows, seconds roll like boulders, minutes pass.

Maddie remembers something and digs in her pocket.  “Here,” she says to Adam and drops her lucky rock into his hand.  A side door of the garage creaks open.

NEXT TIME:  Is Ranger in the garage?  Will the lucky rock work?  What the heck is going on in that garage?

The Taking of the Square

In Random Posts, The Taking of the Square, Uncategorized, Writing - Novel Chapter Posts, Writing - Short Story Posts, Writing - Work in Progress on March 13, 2010 at 9:51 pm

The Taking of the Square by mikidemillion

Draft – 1st STORY SECTION

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Maddie lies on her side, her cheek presses against warm sidewalk.  The neighborhood sounds different with one ear cupped to the ground.

The skin of her face wobbles, ever so slight, then a low rumble, deep underground, follows.  It soon morphs into a car sound, passing by on Elm Street.

Maddie closes her eyes, soothed to sleepiness by sun on her face and gentle bumps from concrete-covered earth.  Another car approaches.  The clink of a bike chain, louder and louder, overpowers her uncovered ear.  Maddie sits then leans back at once when a chocolate, panting Labrador nuzzles her shoulder.  She smiles.

“Hey, I was still playing that,” she tells her friend.

“You were lying down.  You weren’t playing anything,” Adam says, dropping the handlebar of his bike.  Tilted low already, the bike clatters onto its side and covers the pink chalked outline of a misshapen hop-scotch game spread over three sidewalk squares.

Maddie guides the dog away from her face.

“Ranger, get over here,” Adam says.  Ranger leaps backward.

“Can’t you see my rock on square five?”  Maddie points down at the bike.

“You were over there, nowhere near the rock.”

“So?”

“So, how was I to know?  You didn’t look like you were doing anything.”  Adam stays next to his bike, grabbing onto a handle, as if to move it.  “What were you doing?” he says, emphasizing were.

“Trying to get through three-sies with my lucky rock.”

“Not that, I mean – “  he pauses. “I just rode past old man Johnson’s garage and he’s in there.”

“Working on the – “

“Yep.”

Maddie walks over and picks up the used piece of chalk near Adam’s foot.  He pulls his bicycle higher so she can reach under for her lucky rock.  She slips it into the pocket of her jeans.

It’s no secret old man Johnson’s been building a rocket ship in his garage.  He’s been working on it for years.  Although she’d never seen it, even as a ten-year-old Maddie knew it was strange that an adult thought he could fly into outer space after slapping together odds and ends from the junkyard.

She’d mentioned it to Adam soon after he’d moved to the neighborhood.  From the moment Maddie said it, Adam was on a quest to peek into old man Johnson’s dark garage.  He must have assumed Maddie wanted to see what was in there as much as he did, seeking her out before every attempt.

“He’s got some kind of tin hat on,” Adam whispers.  They are seated on grass at the side of the road in front of the Johnson house.

Adam rotates his bike chain, tapping on it and shaking it.  His shoulders hunch while his eyes stay on the lower half of the wooden garage door a distance away from them.  The garage is deep in the interior of the yard, beside the house and partially hidden by a gigantic tree on its other end.  Maddie pats Ranger’s back.  Her bike lay on the slope of the ditch, close to the edge of Johnson’s dirt driveway.

The garage door, opened to the height of Maddie’s knees, reveals a dirty cement floor underneath, spotted in light where the afternoon sun creeps in.  Johnson’s black boots appear on the sunny cement and disappear backwards into the dark.  Maddie flattens her palms to the ground, ready to push fast, get on her feet and run.  Two squirrels high-tail down the tree and onto the edge of the garage floor cement.  Their sudden high-pitched chattering makes Maddie nearly spring up but she freezes.  From behind, Johnson has bent for something on the garage floor.  Big, black work gloves grope the ground.  There is a silver flash when his head hits sunlight and then it’s gone.

Adam pushes a finger into Maddie’s side.  “Told you,” he mouths.

“Let’s go.”  Maddie says it quick.  She wanted to say let’s get the heck out of here now before Johnson sees us.  Then she has another chilling thought.  What if he’s looking at them now, hidden by the darkness inside that garage?

A loud clatter brings Maddie to her feet.  A tool, like a wrench, flys across the garage floor.  The squirrels race for safety.  Maddie reaches for the handlebars of her bike.  A chain rattle sounds behind her.  Maddie presses hand to beating heart.

“What are you doing?” a voice demands.

Maddie’s hand drops and she breathes out, sinking her shoulders.  She glances at Adam.  His arms had stiffened to a fighting stance.  His chest lowers then relaxes.  He looks at Maddie.  Smiling, he shakes his head back and forth ever so slightly.  Maddie grins agreement.

“Fixing my bike chain,” Adam says to the two girls, classmates from Truman Elementary.  They’d stopped on the roadside, holding onto bicycles, one foot anchored to the ground and the other resting on a bike pedal.  Both giggled in an annoying cutesy style of laughter.  Neither one looked in Maddie’s direction.

“Want to go to the playground?  There’s a big four-square game going on.”  The girl, Sharon, asks Adam.  Her teeth glint in sunlight.  She smooths her hair back behind her ears.

“Sure,” Adam says without hesitation.

If he’d punched Maddie in the gut it would have hurt less.  Was he really going to abandon her and go off with these girls?  Maddie stares at the ground.  There is no way she’s going to acknowledge their victory.  She pulls her bike to the road and points it in the opposite direction.

Adam rolls his bike off the grass, “Hey, Mad, you coming?”

“No, you go,” she says.

He doesn’t even protest.

Maddie presses down on her bike pedal.  Maybe she should go play four-square just to try to beat those girls at their own game.  She’s a good enough player, sometimes dominating the Server Square, or King position.  But, right now, she doesn’t feel like playing anything.

“Maddie!” Adam calls to her.  Her heart lifts.  She stops her bike and looks back.

Adam’s bike is turned in her direction.  He glides closer, pushing forward with his feet from the ground.  Facing her, in front of old man Johnson’s, he skids to a halt and says, “Where’s Ranger?”

They both turn at once to the Johnson yard.  Near the bottom of the garage door there is a flash of silver then bang, it closes with such force the door shakes and rattles.

They look at each other, neither speaks.  Adam’s eyes have a  helpless look that makes Maddie turn away.  For the first time, Maddie is determined to find out what’s behind that door.  No matter how scared she might be.

NEXT TIME: Will Maddie and Adam discover the secret rocketship?  Will they find Ranger?  What about those other girls?  Find out, next time!