Storied Orlando – Chapter 56: Snowflake

Storied Orlando
Chapter 56: Snowflake

The kids from the school nearby call her Snowflake because she always mumbles about Christmas as she shuffles with her shopping cart — brimming over with her life — but she is named after her dad Dean. Once upon a more prosperous time, Dean worked for OUC in the historic building on Lake Ivanhoe. For many years, no matter the residents of that building, Deana sleeps under the holiday sign panels on the roof, wrapped in a blanket and nostalgia. Three Christmases ago, much to her amazement, she found the defunct neon once again glowing red. Deana lives under a Christmas miracle.

Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 55: Ticket

Storied Orlando
Chapter 55: Ticket

Blake zigzagged out of the noisy bar with his friend…shit, what’s his name? The night was young at 10:00pm. Leaving Mills Shifty, as Blake called it, headed downtown with a detour to his dealer. The dull streetlight revealed a green envelope tucked under his wiper. Blake calmly removed the ticket, lit it on fire and tossed it into Lang. “That’ll catch up to you,” what’s his name said. “Won’t be able to register on your birthday without paying.” Blake laughed at the embers, then at his friend. Russell! That’s his name! “Car’s in my dad’s name. Let’s roll.”

Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 54: Sunrise

Storied Orlando
Chapter 54: Sunrise

Ryan arrived at Mills Park in the still-dark hours of morning fearing the overzealous parking nazis had towed him. Ironically he was waiting for tow; so different when you request one. Deep in his textbook, he didn’t see her appear. Your friendly parking lot lesbian he thought, as she offered help. Ryan smiled at her gnome-like outfit, unsurprised when her name turned out to be Jam. He noticed the sunrise as he thanked her, explaining help was en route. He turned back, she was gone. Ryan overlooked the nearby stone bearing a remarkable resemblance to the woman he just met.


Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

For B.C.

 

 

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 53: Wings

Storied Orlando
Chapter 53: Wings

“Ah, what the hell,” Tabby said out loud. After days of ruminating over Lila’s gift, she opened the box from Alabama and read the hand-painted card again: “You don’t have to die to be an angel.” Crafted from palm leaves, feathers, and ribbons, the white wings were similar to ones Lila wore during her own cancer scare. Only Tabby suspected she herself was in for more than a scare. She put the wings on, left her apartment and walked by the bars along Orange Avenue. Be it catcall, compliment, or gaze — she took it all in as miraculous healing energy.

Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

For L.G.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 52: Arrow

Storied Orlando
Chapter 52: Arrow

It came to pass that Cupid broke with tradition and made himself known to his mark. Even though Cupid’s arrow was on target, this Jack remained seated on an I-Drive bench, staring at the woman — or in vogue vernacular: male gazing. “Why do you not go to her and compliment her?” he asked. “I know you want to and my arrow’s desire is irresistible.” Jack muttered something about Harvey something or other and weakly said, “I’m afraid of offending her.” Disgusted, Cupid planted his chubby feet on Jack’s chest for leverage and plucked his arrow free, then took flight.

Storied Orlando is a micro story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.


A note about this chapter. Several weeks ago I submitted a 13-word love story to the New York Times. I learned today that of the 10,000 submissions they received, mine wasn’t chosen. Bummer, but tough are tough odds. Even when I submitted my story to them I was itching to expand it to a Storied Orlando. For posterity sake, here is that 13-word love story:

He didn’t compliment her dress for fear of offense. Love denied in caution.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 51: Fingered

Storied Orlando
Chapter 51: Fingered

Dr. Wojnarowicz steeled himself for conflict. What luck to be in the lobby of his Winter Park practice just as Frankie Hinton decided to visit, ten years after the ordeal. “I’m sorry I lied, Dave,” the doctor was stunned to hear him say. “I lie about a lot of things. I’m seeing a therapist now. She’s helping. I’m sorry.” Dr. Wojnarowicz had lost count of the number of patients who left during that time. Frankie had claimed that Dave had stealthily removed his rubber glove for a prostate examine. This decade-old fiction admission left Dave hollow, he wordlessly walked away.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 50: Cross

Storied Orlando
Chapter 50: Cross

Peanut laid in bed clutching the ivory cross in her hand. Her mind filled with worries too large for her 8-year-old being. Would her mom die tomorrow? What would life be like without her? She prayed as tears slipped from her brown eyes. Her free hand stroked her dachshund, Heidi, who snuggled close trying to make whatever it was better. “Why would Mom do this?” Peanut asked Heidi. “I’ll be all alone in Florida with him.” It was easy: copy the letter 100 times and distribute it to 100 people by midnight. Instead her mom threw the letter away.

Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.

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