Fiction Fraction

The man and I have been a bit irritable lately. It sucks. We're so used to getting along to the extremes that when there is a bit of dissonance, it makes me feel all out of sorts.

I've been having a bit of money woes lately, but haven't we all. Although we have enough money I have some extra big things: $600 car fixing to do, contacts to order, gifts to buy...so to solve that I've been working a lot more. It feels good to have extra money (we saw Coraline on my dollar! A rare treat) but I don't think it's all that good for my sanity. My creative plug is huge and I need a huge outlet to plug it into. So when I lack the energy to do so, I get a bit not like myself.

WOW! I've gotten the raddest sewing books. And in my dwindling free time, I've been sewing. I will post pictures when I get around to it. Nothing very neat so far. One accidental gym shirt made out of way too nice of material and one skirt that is pretty darn cute.

Last, this is the 101 word micro-fiction I submitted to the Inlander for their contest. I like it less than I did when I wrote it, but I still like it. It's only 101 words, so what can you do?:)

Title: He Knew the Rotten Orange would Save his Life

Lewis slowly sorted oranges, searching for a rotten one. A cart squeaked behind him; he looked over his shoulder. Adjusting his grandpa’s old cardigan, he resumed.
In 562 trips to various supermarkets, he’d found nine.

Eating rotten oranges was new. Before a truck killed his wife, it was green bananas. Now, he longed only for oranges.

One thudded onto the floor. Genevieve picked it up. Like Lewis, Genevieve had short, home-cut hair. She disliked only two things: people who ordered skinny lattes and eternity.

“Looking for the perfect orange?” she held out the fruit.

“I…” He liked her dull brown eyes.