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Three Minutes for Story A Day May: Day Four

Three Minutes

Three minutes.

Marilyn sits on the toilet, the stick she’s just peed on still in her hand.

Three minutes.

That’s all she has to wait here in the marble-walled bathroom that looks like it belongs in a five-star hotel.

That’s an eternity.

She’s always felt like a stranger here.

She doesn’t want to set the stick down on the spotless, shining counter. She arranges the box so she can rest it there, and her fingers trail away, off to the zippered case that’s the only other thing in this room that truly belongs to her.

Or is it that she belongs to what’a in the case?

What difference does it make?

None, really.

What matters isn’t the stick, or what it says –

Well, okay, that does matter, more than a little.

It might change her life.

It might take her away from her zippered case, and what it holds.

But she’s got three minutes.

That’s time enough. She doesn’t know yet. It doesn’t matter that she’s sick all the time, peeing constantly, that her breasts hurt and her belly is heavy.

Until she reads that stick, she doesn’t know. She can do what she wants. Until she knows, she doesn’t have to worry about how anything will affect anyone but her. A baby isn’t real until she knows there’s going to be one, right?

“Of course it isn’t,” she answers herself, and her voicebounces around the room, and Marilyn imagines it leaving little dirty stains on every surface it touches.

She pulls the case to her without bothering to get off the toilet, or even pull up her pants. She opens it.

She still has two minutes.

What’s in Marilyn’s case?

Is it related to the potential baby?

What does the stick say?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another installment, and we can explore this new story seed together!

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“SNAFU”: #StaD May; Day Four

Standard disclaimer. I don’t own them, I don’t profit from them, but they insist on telling me their stories, so I’m sharing them with you:


“What’s this, Lizzie? A stakeout?”

“The name’s Elizabeth.”

“Such a tart mouth – hey! What’s with the handcuffs?”

“You’ll just make this SNAFU worse, big brother.”

“How the hell could I do that?”

“No tap dancing around the truth, Trip. You’re itching to put your spaceboot so far up somebody’s ass that he needs a proctogolist to get it out.”

“No, I’m not.”


“So everybody thinks. I haven’t done anything illicit. And now you’ve got me hogtied.”

“You can’t tell me you don’t want to kick him in the – “

“Nope. This guy’s gettin’ it right in the genitalia.”


Is Elizabeth going to let Trip go?

Is Trip going to make ‘this guy’ regret what he’s done?

And what IS that, anyway?

Any guesses?

Come back tomorrow for another 100 word installment, or visit the brand-new series link!