Storied Orlando – Chapter 62: Nuptial

Storied Orlando
Chapter 62: Nuptial

Children don’t forget, Helen kept thinking while family — Goddammit how can Lenny look like a slob, even in a tuxedo? — and friends waited for her daughter, the bride, to join them under The Mayor. She chided herself for being so in love with the idea of marriage, and pushing Virginia to this day. Now she suspected the groom to be the type to throw a punch if dinner was late. She squeezed her husband’s hand, wondering which of them would pull the trigger if that turned out to be true. Hell, Lenny, ever wayward son, would do it for smokes.

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

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 61: Bookworms

Storied Orlando
Chapter 61: Bookworms

Nathan has a Friday afternoon tradition of riding SunRail to the hospital coffee shop to read. It’s quiet, he rarely knows anyone there, and it fills him to gaze out the cafe’s giant window walls between chapters. One particular Friday, a woman bumped into his table; his coffee doused his Cool Million, she nearly dropped her Brene Brown. She made a high pitched grunt, then rushed off sans apology. Nathan was justifiably indignant, then he found her note:  “I like your wild, messy heart.” There it was suddenly: the buzzsaw of desire. He smiled looking out at her departing train.

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

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 60: Vojo

Storied Orlando
Chapter 60: Vojo

I sat in the parking lot of VFW Post 4305 with the A/C on full blast so my face wouldn’t melt. One hundred mile purposeful dive, now I was summoning the courage to go inside. Had forty years really passed since we’d last seen each other? The internet deluded we were in touch. We took separate paths since school, Vojo even into a different career. I sighed deep, checked my nose in the mirror, then swung my big feet out of the car to trod in. Not the first clown college alum I buried, but this one would hurt.

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.

This chapter for R.C.H.

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 59: Note

Storied Orlando
Chapter 59: Note

Steph kept the note long after that Christmas Eve dinner. The note thanked her for coming, then apologized for another guest’s behavior. Even after learning Steph has a son with autism, the man continued to say the r-word. “I will not be putting you in that position again,” the tight cursive read. So far, this had held true: Steph was never invited back. The man, Instagram revealed, was invited every single year, though. She’d rather not make that drive way the heck to Deltona anyway. She told herself this whenever she re-read the note; some days she almost believed it.

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 58: Cathy

Storied Orlando
Chapter 58: Cathy

From her unseen perch in a flowering orange tree, Cathy spied on her neighbors, new to Audubon Park. She’d taken an instant dislike to the young, painfully Winter Park, hetero couple. “They’re so white and so straight,” she’d complained to a friend; said friend kindly pointed out Cathy too was both those things. In the tree she could candidly confess to envy; the twenty-somethings, half her age, had each other. More to the point, that snooty bitch had him. He of the bearded face and silky basketball shorts, worn commando. She wondered if he’d ever climbed with an older woman.

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

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Storied Orlando – Chapter 57: Toy

Storied Orlando
Chapter 57: Toy

His wife put the dog toy on his nightstand, Gary assumed. Why did it make him uneasy? He remembered all those years ago buying the silly, rotund, rubbery, ever-happy-with-a-shit-eating-grin elephant for Mitty at some chain pet store on Orlando’s eastside. It was the only toy Mitty didn’t destroy. He actually cherished the damn thing, so much so they referred to it as Mitty’s baby. Gary smiled recalling how the dog wouldn’t go to sleep without it by his side. Reminiscing, he thought it a crime they didn’t bury it with Mitty. “Wait,” he said, realization meeting his unease. “We did.”

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

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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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