I had to cut out a lot of info-dump before this was fit to post. I think it flows fairly well now, while also answering a few questions about what, why, how and who. Please let me know how well it worked for you, though! Did it make sense? Was anything too confusing or confused? Thank you!
Dishes, part 3
Louann was dreaming about dirty dishes. They piled up to the ceiling on every side of her like a maze, and she wandered through, wondering how she would ever find her way out. Then the piles started to fall, laughing maniacally as they buried her. She woke with a gasp, still hearing that laughter, and squinted at the skinny blonde girl sitting in a folded chair by her bed and laughing into a phone.
“Oh! She’s awake!” said the girl. “Uh huh. Ok.” The girl hung up and said, “Hey, that was Marty. He’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“Marty?” Louann asked. Maybe Marty rescuing her from vampires hadn’t been another dream. Except why would vampires be after her, and since when did Marty kill vampires?
Why yes, I was putting off doing the dishes when I came up with this one. How did you guess?
Dishes, part 1
Dishes, Part 2
Dishes… Louann stared despondently at the piles of dishes filling the sink and covering all of the sparse counter-space in the kitchen.
“Why do I always do this?” she asked herself. “HOW do I always do this? Wolfboy’s only been gone for a week.”
This one grew out of an entry for the Deadline Dames Readers on Deadline contest. I just had to know what happened next.
Please let me know what you think!
Lennis rolled off his cot and took two steps to the workbench, his hands already reaching for the clay. He pushed and pulled, pinched and smoothed, holding off full consciousness as long as he could, trying to hold that beautiful dream-face in his mind long enough to capture it in clay. As the sun rose and flooded his workroom with light, however, the image faded and his hands fell still.
This one’s a little weird – too weird? I don’t know, but let me know what you think!
On the Subway
The subway car was mostly empty. She sat, minding her own business, but an instant of accidental eye contact was all it took. She looked away, trying to correct her error even though the disheveled old man was already shuffling towards her, already talking. He sat next to her, and she reluctantly listened as he spoke.