"Fly on the Wall" Blog

This is the latest entry into an online writing contest.  The contest rules give you the first line of the story, and you create your short (200 words or less) story based on the first line.  This contest was based on the opening phrase, "She took one of the mysterious seeds and tossed it..."  Below is my entry!  Wish me luck...  

She took one of the mysterious seeds and tossed it into the fresh soil.

Nanna shook her head at the rambunctious child.  "Annabelle, tell me your dreams."

"I want to be a unicorn and fly way up to the stars."

Nanna picked up a seed and placed it gently in the palm of Annabelle's hand.  "This" she said as she wrapped the little girl's fingers closed, "is your unicorn dream.  Pat down the soil, just like that..." Nanna smiled as the little hands mimicked hers. "We'll give it time and love and you'll see how big and beautiful your dream grows.  Just you wait..."

I'm 22-years-old now and no one calls me Annie-Girl anymore.  My dreams have moved past the child's dreams of unicorns and fairy tales.  But Nanna taught me that no matter the content, dreams are to...

How many times have I stopped at a light behind a booming, bouncing, lo-riding supped up neon, revving its engine?  Okay, so it may not always be a neon.  It could be a mustang, a civic, a jetta, an eclipse... you get the picture.  But that's not the point.  The point is the "look" I share nine times out of ten, with the driver next to me.  It usually starts with a glance to the right, a small knowing smile at the pathetic-ness of the situation -- I mean seriously, how is revving the engine going to help the light turn green -- and a shake of the head in shared understanding.  The light turns green, and I drive away having shared a small inside joke with a stranger. 

Just last week I walked into one of my client's collision shops to help out with a survey.  This cute little old man was so dang proud of his shop and the restoration he'd been doing on an '88 Camaro.  When he suggested I roll on underneath and take a look at the undercarriage, I balked.  I mean, here I am in a white suit with cute little gold pinstripes and heels.  And he wants me to lay down on this wheelie thing, roll...