Hunting Out of Season #TuesdayTidbit #Fiction #Inspiration

Even though it’s Tuesday, I’m posting the following story as part of fellow author and blogger Stevie Turner’s Friday Write feature. This work of flash fiction appears in the spring/summer issue of Magnets and Ladders. I was inspired to write it after someone told me she’d actually overheard a stranger say the story’s first lines into his cell phone.

 

HUNTING OUT OF SEASON

by Abbie Johnson Taylor

Copyright 2022.

 

“Next time you don’t pick up the phone, I’ll beat the shit out of you!” His words were loud and clear through my sister’s cell when she answered his call.

I pulled the rental car to the side of the road. Turning to her, I said, “Give me that phone.”

She complied, her hand trembling, nearly dropping the device. “Not any more, buddy,” I told him. “Not if I have any say in the matter.”

The call was disconnected. “He thinks he called a wrong number,” I said. “He’ll call back.”

Sure enough, the phone rang, and his name came up on the screen. “Hi, Mike,” I said.

“Who the hell’s this?”

“Oh, you don’t remember me from your wedding a few months ago? I’m Debbie’s big brother Rick, six-feet tall, muscular. I had a bad feeling about you. So, I wasn’t surprised when Debbie called me yesterday after not speaking to anyone in our family for three months and begged me to fly all the way out to this god-forsaken state of Arizona to rescue her. She didn’t tell you she’d invited me for a visit? That was smart. You would have beaten the shit out of her then and made her tell me not to come.”

After a pause, he said, “Of course I wouldn’t have done that. I know who you are. We talked about going hunting in October when the season opens. Maybe Debbie and I will come this fall, and we can do that.”

“Seriously?”

“Look, we’ve have some disagreements…”

“Disagreements? You call a broken arm and bruises all over my sister’s body mere disagreements? I don’t think so, buddy.”

“I told her I was sorry. Sometimes, I lose control when I get angry. I’m trying not to…”

“Yeah, right. That’s what they all say. Forget it! I’m taking her back to Wyoming. If you come after her, you’ll be in big trouble because you’ll be hunting out of season. As a matter of fact, there is no hunting season for the type of game you’re after.”

I ended the call and handed the phone back to Debbie. “Can you believe he said he wanted to come up to Wyoming and go hunting with me?”

She managed a weak smile, as she slipped the phone into her purse. “You’re good.”

“So are you, Sis.” I resisted the urge to pat the shoulder of her broken left arm. “Let’s get out of here.”

As I put the car in gear, she fanned her face. “God, I hate Arizona summers. Why did I ever leave Wyoming?”

 

THE END

 

A photo of Abbie smiling in front of a white background. Her brown hair is cut short and frames her face. She is wearing a bright red shirt and a dark, flowy scarf swirled with hues of purple, pinks and blues.

New! Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me

Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor.

Independently published with the help of DLD Books.

The cover of the book features an older woman sitting in a wicker chair facing a window. The world beyond the window is bright, and several plants are visible on the terrace. Behind the woman’s chair is another plant, with a tall stalk and wide rounded leaves. The woman has short, white hair, glasses, a red sweater, and tan pants. The border of the picture is a taupe color and reads "Why Grandma Doesn't Know Me" above the photo and "Abbie Johnson Taylor" below it.

Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.

After some research, Natalie learns that people with dementia often have vivid memories of past events. Still not wanting to believe what her grandmother has told her, she finds her biological father online. The resemblance between them is undeniable. Not knowing what else to do, she shows his photo and website to her parents.

Natalie realizes she has some growing up to do. Scared and confused, she reaches out to her biological father, and they start corresponding.

Her younger sister, Sarah, senses their parents’ marital difficulties. At Thanksgiving, when she has an opportunity to see Santa Claus, she asks him to bring them together again. Can the jolly old elf grant her request?

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Mother’s Day Surprises #WordPressWednesday #Reblogs #Inspiration

On Sunday, March 27th, folks in the UK celebrated Mother’s Day. Here’s fellow author and blogger Stevie Turner with her reflections on the subject. If you’re a mother in the UK, I hope you had a great Mother’s Day!

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All those years of broken sleep, homework dramas, piano lessons, guitar lessons, band-in-the-garage, 50cc motorbike dramas, driving lessons, too-much-beer issues, girlfriend issues, Mum and Dad’s taxi and bank of Mum and Dad are behind us now.

 

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Lapping It Up #WordPressWednesday #Reblogs #Inspiration

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For someone like me with a visual impairment, learning to use a laptop can be frustrating. But we’re not the only ones who can have trouble, as evidenced by the post I’m sharing today. Author Stevie Turner talks about her first day’s experience with a laptop supplied by her employer. She decided to start working from home to limit possible exposure to COVID. But after reading this, I hope she’s not thinking that having the coronavirus might be a better option. I also hope that her more technologically savvy husband can help her get things straightened out.

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Today has been the day that I began to work from home to save catching the Rona, which seems to be accelerating at an alarming rate. At 08:00 this morning I arrived at the hospital’s I.T Department to collect a laptop. I have never, ever, used a laptop before.

 

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Open Book Blog Hop – 15th November #SocialMediaMonday #Reblogs #Inspiration

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This week’s Open Book Blog Hop topic is holiday television programs. I don’t watch television anymore, but the family in my latest book, Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me, has a tradition of watching a specific movie the night after Thanksgiving. So, tune in here Wednesday and/or read the book to find out what that movie is. Meanwhile, here’s Stevie to tell you about holiday programs she likes to watch.

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To be honest Sam and I are not avid TV watchers. We prefer to be outside walking or cycling if the weather is good and there’s any spare time when we’re not meeting up with the family.

 

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Friday Spotlight 29th October – Abbie Johnson Taylor #FridayFinds #Reblogs #Inspiration

Thanks to fellow author and blogger Stevie Turner for spotlighting my new book, Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me, today. You’ll find more information about the book, ordering links, and more. Happy reading!

Stevie Turner

Today the spotlight falls upon Abbie Johnson Taylor. Abbie is the author of three novels, two poetry collections, and a memoir. Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me is her sixth book. Her work has appeared in The Weekly Avocet, Magnets and Ladders, and other publications. She lives in Sheridan, Wyoming.

If you would like your book in the spotlight, then like Abbie did please email stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk and write ‘Friday Spotlight‘ in the subject box.

Synopsis of ‘Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me.’

Sixteen-year-old Natalie’s grandmother, suffering from dementia and confined to a wheelchair, lives in a nursing home and rarely recognizes Natalie. But one Halloween night, she tells her a shocking secret that only she and Natalie’s mother know. Natalie is the product of a one-night stand between her mother, who is a college English teacher, and another professor.

After some research, Natalie learns that people…

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