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FFF1 – Turquoise, Hagiography, Swan

FlashFictionFridayIcon“You have got to be the biggest moron I have ever met.”

“The biggest, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Even bigger than your ex?”

“Right now? Yep.”

“What the hell, Stace? It’s just a fucking concert.  I’m sure if I wanted to go, I’d go.  I got you the tickets, didn’t I? And Jasmine’s wanted to go forever.  Take her.  I don’t like them.”

Stacy glared at Jeff for a moment before turning back to the articles she was editing.

“What’s hag-ee-ah-gruhphy?” She sounded out the word as she turned her light green eyes up to his bronzed face.

“Hagiography? I believe that’s the study of saints.”

“You believe? I guess I’ll look it up.”  Stacy reached for the dictionary just as Jeff snatched it out of reach.

“Don’t you ever believe anything I tell you?”

“Not since you told me a piece of jade was turquoise.”

“It looked like turquoise!”

“Uh huh.  And I suppose my mother’s ducks are swans?”

His brow furrowed and he walked away, dictionary in tow.  Over his shoulder, he said, “I’m not stupid, Stacy.”

Jeff flopped into the overstuffed easy chair he’d inherited from his father.  He flipped the dictionary open to “H” and ran a thick finger down the pages.  When he found what he was looking for, he tapped the page, closed the book and recited from memory, “The writing and critical study of the lives of saints.  Also known as ‘hagiology’.  Believe me now?”

“You said the study of saints.  It’s a study of their lives.”

“You’re seriously going to nit-pick, aren’t you?”

She noticed the hurt in his eyes and hurried to say, “I’m just kidding.”

“Yeah.  Kidding.”  he said softly as he turned his gaze to the floor.

Silence fell over the room like a dark cloud.  Stacy watched Jeff study the floor for a moment, then wandered out to the garden.

“Are you serious?” Jeff muttered at her back.  He stared in disbelief as she ignored him and started fiddling with her flowers.  “I guess she’s serious.”

Jeff stood up and walked to the bookshelf.  He shoved the dictionary back in its place and took his keys from the hook by the door.  He didn’t even look back as he drove off into the afternoon sun.

“She can find herself a smarter man.”  he told the empty truck as he jammed a preset button in with a fat thumb.  “Yeah.  She can find herself a smarter man.”

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  1. July 27th, 2009 at 21:21 | #1

    These characters seemed very real to me. I bought them! A sad but believable slice of life. Thanks for writing with us!

  2. July 28th, 2009 at 06:00 | #2

    @Casey Morgan Thank you for the cool idea!
    .-= rayne´s last blog ..500 Words: More? =-.

  3. July 28th, 2009 at 06:31 | #3

    I am so glad you started writing these! Welcome aboard and I love the realness of this piece. Perfect 🙂

  4. July 28th, 2009 at 15:52 | #4

    Ok so I could see every moment of this in my mind. I felt the tension…what a great story.

    kisses
    frenchies

  5. July 29th, 2009 at 11:23 | #5

    @vanimp Thanks! I’m enjoying them so far.

    @frenchies Thanks!
    .-= rayne´s last blog ..MissKissThis is all givey and stuff! (With a little help from her friends.) =-.

  1. July 28th, 2009 at 09:15 | #1

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