Rolling My Eyes

THE CITY'S STILL DARK by Queenie for Christine Smith Chapter One the tired spaces He drove back to the old place again. He did not know why. He had not even noticed he was doing it, until he saw the red car parked in his space. Swearing under his breath, he went to turn his car around and drive the 35 minutes out of the suburbs and into the city. And to his new home and to his new bed. Five hours later, he would be up and on his way back to the airport and to a long three days in Milwaukee. She was happy in her new home. She loved the living room windows; so big. She loved the fireplace in the kitchen; so not-needed. She loved that she could sit outside her front door and see what was going on. And she loved looking at her red car. Parked in her driveway. And she really liked her new bed too. So, usually when he was pulling in next to her car, she never noticed. Except this night. This rainy, spring night, when he decided not to turn his car around, but to sit in his car in front o...

MISTLETOE By Queenie I Saw You With Your Hands 1999 Tommy saw her. The snow danced in front of him, fat and plenty and heavy from the night sky; shimmering in the short glow of the streetlights. The headlights. Dim flashes of the seasons colours, blinking, muted in Tommy's background. The snow made the night awash with a cold brightness, blindly blocking views of the life around him. The Christmas shoppers and their loud packages. He could hear last minute swearing underneath breath. But he saw her. With him. And he was trying to grab her purse. Tommy was wearing his Reeboks. And so he stopped him. Above Your Head 2000 They were walking and almost to Tommy's car. “You did not seem to like the show,” Tommy bit the side of his mouth and looked at her. She looked up at him surprised, “No, I did.” “Are you sure?” he said. “I thought about it after I had the tickets. You work down here. You probably see all these shows whenever you want.” She laughed. He had no idea. “I ...

Chapter One You'll Find Something "I miss you," he whispered, into the phone. Sarah smiled because she missed him, too. "It is just another week until we see each other," she continued to smile. "I am so tired of this motel room. Thank god this show is almost done." "I wish I could have been there every night to watch you," he said. "Oh, yes. I am all shiny. I am a star!" she laughed and he laughed, too. "Do you remember what I told you about Dylan a few days a go? What he tried to do with the new colt?" he suddenly asked. "No," she replied. Chapter Two That's Enough To Keep You "I miss you," he whispered, into the phone. Chelsea smiled because she missed him, too. "I miss you," she replied. "Just two more weeks, then I will see you. We can go to the beach," he said. "I cannot wait until I have nothing to think about," Chelsea answered. "Although, I think ...

LOVE LOST FICTION by Queenie Chapter One Slow Hands They were standing behind the mall. Phill handed John the cigarette, shuffling his feet. "I think it is going to happen tonight," Phil said, head bent, muttering to the ground. "Yeah, buddy?" John asked, slowly. Phill looked up at the steel grey November sky, before he replied. "She just smells so great." John shoved him in the arm, a short chuckle. "Buddy, you are weird," he smiled. Chapter Two Every Hour, On The Hour Miranda sat in the bathroom, her head against the bathroom door, sometimes cool on her forehead. She could not take another day. She did not know what to do. Eighteen days and counting. She could feel it rising again, deep inside of her, feel the burn as it made it's way up. She reached the toilet just in time. And she was quiet while she vomited. She grabbed Phill before homeroom, pulling him outside the big green doors of the high school. They skipped school and sat in th...

LADDERS by Queenie Chapter One Climbing It had been a surprise to meet up with him in the city Eve had moved to only a month before hand. "Hey," he had said and smiled at her, stopping on the sidewalk. He had looked fabulous wearing his designer jeans and baggy Roots sweater in the Saturday afternoon sunlight. "Oh, wow," she had replied back. "Bobby fucking Gilmore. I cannot believe it." She had been embarrassed when he asked her to the local deli for a sandwich and a Coke. But she went with him anyway, still dressed in her suit and Prada shoes from her weekend morning at the office. They had talked for hours. And walked, too. It was dusk before they arrived, standing in front of her doorstep and of course, she had invited him in for coffee. They had been sitting on her leather sofa when he suddenly looked over at her. "Remember all that time ago in the back of Dan's Pontiac?" Eve smiled, because she did. And their love making that night...

HOLLYWOOD STARS by Queenie Chapter One Star Dust My best friend John. We have been buddies since Kindergarten. Lived a block away from each other. Hell, almost Everyday I had growing-up had him in it. I know everything stupid he has ever done. We were probably about 7 years old when Chelsea moved in the house 3 Doors Down from his. I knew right away she was going to be trouble. Her hair was way too nice. I just kept my mouth shut hoping his fixation on her would go away. Over the years, I finally just got used to her being there. Part of his world. Chelsea had not even lived on the street two days when we started peering over John's fence and the few between over to her house. We watched Chelsea's dad put up the largest tree house we had ever seen. Complete with a huge red slide. John watched because he already loved her. I watched because these days I own my own construction business. Chapter Two Star Gazing Over the years, Chelsea would play with us from time to time. ...

IF YOU CANNOT DO IT BIG, DO NOT DO IT AT ALL by Queenie Chapter One After Midnight Monday He sits in his living room with his lights off. He has not slept well lately. He hears traffic outside and his blinds are open. Between headlights and the TV on mute, there is enough light for him to see her phone number on the empty, open cigarette package on his coffee table. But he had looked it up over a week ago. He really did not have the nerve to call her. Hadn't seen her in years. But she was all he thought about lately. He leaned on the arm of his green couch, rubbing his chin, his feet up, staring at his socks. He did not know how to get rid of the thought of her. Chapter Two After Midnight Monday Memories He remembers the day they went fishing, her refusal to put a worm on a hook. Until she blamed him for her not catching any fish. He watched the disgusted look on her face when she baited one of the little suckers and the I-told-you-so-grin she gave him when she finally caught a fis...