April 14th, 2017
Continuation of HouseCapades!
Good Morning everyone ~ today you will find the continuation of my Romantic Short Story entitled, "HouseCapades" by René Allen from the Anthology TWISTED SHORTIES II - A.F. Stewart, Editor, and Pam Brittain, Chief Compiler.
If you have been following along, the Short Story is continuing for the 7th Installation. You can view HouseCapades from the beginning here on the Blog by viewing the six previous posts.
Your comments & thoughts are always welcomed here on the Blog!
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Twisted Shorties II
HouseCapades
By René Allen
VINETTE ONE ~ Unaccustomed Business
[ BLOG - continuation of Story ] . . .
*Red type denotes last paragraph where we left off . . .
As they both went to press the “down” button to the elevator, they realized that there was only one button, and it said, “Will.”
They both looked at the words, and together, in unison, sad, "What?"
Laughing, Quinton
looked at Sheila, “I sure hope my Crocodile luggage is in that elevator, Sheila.”
"Oh, that's right! I forgot that you left it in there," she said to him.
"Oh, that's right! I forgot that you left it in there," she said to him.
Without hesitation,
Quinton pushed the button that said, “Will.”
The elevator door
opened, and there stood Quinton's Crocodile luggage right where he had left it.
“Whew! Okay, at least
that is where it should be,” Sheila told him as they both stepped inside the
elevator. “Okay, I'm pressing the button that says, 'FOYER,' ” Sheila told Quinton. The elevator started moving, but they could not tell if it was going up or down. It was just making a sound as if it was in operation.
Quinton was unsure as to what would happen next. And Sheila was baffled by that room they had just left.
Quinton was unsure as to what would happen next. And Sheila was baffled by that room they had just left.
The elevator stopped,
and the door opened once again to reveal the same room they had left a minute
ago. But the strange thing was that the rose petals were now pink instead of red. Everything else seemed to be the same. The bed and its ornate redwood frame,
the window and its draperies, the carpeting, and even the embroidered king and queen hummingbirds on
the sheer silk window dressing.
“Weird. Okay, let's
try the elevator again,” Quinton told Sheila as he took her by the hand, turned her
around, and led her into the elevator. When he went to push the button once inside, he only
had one choice, “YOU.” “Alright, this is getting stranger and stranger. Look at this
button, Sheila.” Quinton pointed to the elevator button, and found his heart racing in the process.
“Definitely getting
weirder and weirder, Quinton. I own this house, and I've never seen anything like
this before. Granted, I know there have been some strange
happenings in this
house, but nothing like this.” Calm, but weirded out, Sheila turned to Quinton, “I'm going to
push the button now, Quinton.” She pushed the button real quick, as if she were expecting the button to
disappear altogether if she didn't hurry.
Again, the elevator
door shut, and the elevator started making the same sound it did before. It was like it
was moving, but still, they could not tell if they were going up or down.
Once the elevator door
opened, they looked out before they stepped out, to discover that they
were now on the roof of the house. Except, Sheila was thinking, there was no flat roof on
her house. 1010HouseCapade Blvd had a Spanish tiled roof, not a flat roof complete
with Olympic sized swimming pool and deck chairs all around it. Quinton also noticed a
bar with about ten bar stools. When they looked up, the sky was without cloud or hint
of grey. It was bright blue, and exotic birds were flying around chirping, squealing,
and squawking. But, they both had the same funny feeling in their bellies at the same exact moment...
Copyright May 2013 by René Allen - All Rights Reserved.
...TO BE CONTINUED...
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See you all back here for more of HouseCapades!
Get your Journals out, because we're going to be learning more about Short Stories and Book Covers at the end of this Romantic Short Story...
Peace, Love & Light,
René
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