Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Rainbows and Clouds by Erika M Szabo

Short stories about life’s humorous, happy, and dark moments.


Some of the stories are from my years in nursing, Steve's clumsiness and my cooking disasters might make you spit out your coffee laughing. The stories of my pets will put a warm smile on your face, and the stories about life's darker moments might make you wipe a tear or two.

Rainbows and dark clouds are part of life,
Without darkness there can be no light.
Without moments that make us cry,
We can’t enjoy moments that make us smile.
Without moments that make us laugh,
We can’t get through moments that make us sad.
~Erika M Szabo

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Monday, March 4, 2019

Peanut Butter Lesson by Cindy J. Smith

A short story



This is a short story about something that happened when I was young. I am sharing it here because for some reason it will not get out of my head.

First, a little background. I attended a Catholic grade school in a small town. We took our lunch to school as there was no cafeteria there. I was young back when milkmen still delivered, and parents could pay to have milk available for lunch. Since there were 6 of us, we were not among those students. However, if a student who did receive milk missed school, their drink was given out to one of us who did not have any. Obviously, I learned to eat without the benefit of a beverage to wash it down.

Two more things before the story. We had bed times. These times were based solely on our age. At the time of this story, I was about 10 and my bedtime was 8:30. This meant I missed the end of lots of TV programs. The final piece of background is my parents both worked nights, my dad left at about 10PM.

THE PEANUT BUTTER LESSON
It was a Wednesday night and my favorite show was on TV. Unfortunately, it lasted until 9 and I had to be in bed at 8:30. Just once, I would like to see the end of the show!

Cheryl and Rae were arguing over who was going to make dad's lunch. Neither wanted to do it and their voices were escalating. I walked into the kitchen and they both turned. It was as if a light lit up as the same idea crossed both of their minds.

"Cindy," they both said, "how would you like to stay up until 9 tonight?"

What could I say? "Of course!!!" Then I remembered who I was talking too and immediately asked, "What must I do?"

Cheryl replied, "just make dad's lunch. It is only 2 peanut butter sandwiches and a thermos of coffee. We'll do the coffee."

"Sure!!! I'll make them right now."

Well, I proceeded to make two PERFECT Peanut Butter sandwiches. My mouth was watering just from looking at them. I carefully wrapped them and placed them tenderly in dad's lunch box. Glancing wistfully back at the box, I went to the living room to watch my program in full.
The next morning I awoke to awful banging. My dad was home and he seemed to be ticked, Suddenly, my name was bellowed by him. I came running downstairs.

"Did you make my lunch sandwiches yesterday?" he asked.

Unsure why he was asking, I answered "yes".

"Sit down right there," he said as he pointed to my place at the table. Then he opened his lunch box and sat one of the PERFECT peanut butter sandwiches before me. "I want you to sit there and don't move until that sandwich is gone!"

I was confused, I mean, here he is giving me a treat when I thought he was mad. But, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I proceeded to enjoy the lovely sandwich. I glanced in the lunch box as I picked up the last half. I noticed that there was at least half of the other sandwich still in there. Hmm, I wondered. If I finish this, will he let me have that piece too?

As I finished the last bite, he came back into the dining room. "Well, do you have something to ask me?" he said.

I glanced at him then at the lunch box. I said, "I peeked in your box and saw the other sandwich, can I have it too?"

Oh my! I have never seen a face change so many ways so fast! When he found his voice, he asked, "Aren't you wanting a drink?" That is when I realized, my father did NOT EAT his lunch. Perhaps, my being told to eat it was NOT a treat but a punishment.

It turned out the lesson I was supposed to learn was there is such a thing as too much peanut butter on a sandwich. The lesson my father learned was this is not true for a child who loves peanut butter!

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Friday, December 14, 2018

Book Release: Rainbows and Clouds

New release: a short story collection


Short stories about life’s humorous, happy, and dark moments.
Some of the stories are from my years in nursing, Steve's clumsiness and my cooking disasters might make you spit out your coffee laughing. The stories of my pets will put a warm smile on your face, and the stories about life's darker moments might make you wipe a tear or two.

Rainbows and dark clouds are part of life,
Without darkness, there can be no light.
Without moments that make us cry,
We can’t enjoy moments that make us smile.
Without moments that make us laugh,
We can’t get through moments that make us sad.

Enter the Amazon GIVEAWAY:


Editorial review:
The Rainbows and Clouds by Erika M Szabo is a collection of fun anecdotes, heartwarming stories, and slice-of-life tales that evoke a wide range of emotions. It's impossible to choose a favorite story because I loved them all, particularly the tales that explored the challenges of having a pet. There are several stories within this collection that explore the best - and the worst - of humanity. We are reminded that not everything, or everyone, is what they appear to be and that the best things in life are often surprises. I would absolutely recommend this book to everyone! It truly is something special.
~Tricia Drammeh

TEASERS:
From the story of Mean Streaks:
I used to live in an apartment building, way back when. Working evening shift in the Hospital as a mental health counselor, I usually arrived home around midnight. As I was running up the steps to the barely lit front door I heard a muted cry.
“Ouch!” The voice came from below, close to the concrete steps.
I looked down and saw Daniel, my upstairs neighbor, on his hands and knees. I realized that I didn’t notice him in the dark and stepped on his hand.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” I shouted, feeling remorse building up inside of me, imagining the pain I had caused.
“Yes, Ma’am. No… no problem,” he mumbled in his drunken stupor. “I’m just gonna sit here for a while until my head stops spinning.”
He is drunk as a skunk, again, I thought. I can’t leave him in the middle of the night on the steps.
“Let me help you up and walk you home,” I offered.
“No Ma’am, please!” he begged. “There will be much bodily harm coming to me if I go home now. She will be very angry.” I almost burst out laughing, but then he looked up at me and I saw fear in his eyes.
What could be going on in your house? I thought, alarmed. I recalled seeing him bruised all over many times since I’d moved into the apartment house. I was aware, like everyone else in the building, that occasionally he drank himself into a stupor. After the binge, he stayed sober for weeks at a time. He was the sweetest, most helpful guy in the neighborhood. He was always there when anyone needed their door or dishwasher fixed. We started calling him “golden hands” because there wasn’t anything he couldn’t fix. He always had a smile and a nice word for everyone. I had seen him many times with bruises after his drinking binges, but I always assumed he had fallen when he was drunk. But seeing the fear in his eyes, I started thinking. They seemed to be the perfect couple, but I wonder… He said ‘bodily harm.’ Is she beating him when he’s drunk and can’t defend himself?
Although his wife was friendly with everyone, I had detected some mean streaks in her personality. It occurred to me that I had never seen love in her eyes when she looked at her husband. I only saw calculated and cold glances. People gave her a lot of compliments about Daniel’s “golden hands” and even then, she just nodded coldly.

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From the story of Nurse's Voice:
A large man in the ER screamed bloody murder after two nurses tried to insert an IV in his arm and failed. The guy threatened to call his lawyer and sue the hospital. He called the nurses incompetent fools, so, because I was the supervisor on that shift, they called me to deal with the angry man.
I walked into his room, introduced myself and told him, “Sir, I’m going to try to start your IV.”
He yelled, “This hospital is full of ******* idiots! I hope you know what you’re doing!”
I put my nurse’s face on and said in my soothing nurse’s voice to break his foul mood, “Don’t worry, sir, I just watched a video on YouTube and learned how to start IVs.”
The surprised look on his face was priceless and I heard the nurses taking sharp breaths outside the door, ready for another angry eruption.

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Tricia Drammeh

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Congratulations, Erika! This is such a heartwarming, funny, and touching collection of short stories. Having read this, I can recommend it to everyone!
 
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Eva Pasco

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I purchased your book for all the right reasons you brought out in your blurb.  Reading this excerpt confirms that I made the right decision, and look forward to reading it in the New Year.
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Erika M. Szabo​ shares excerpts from her new book, filled with snippets and stories of her real life, on #OurAuthorGangtoday!!
 
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Ruth de Jauregui

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Oh my gosh Erika! The IV story is already priceless, just with that snippet!! Congratulations on putting out another book!
 
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Chris Weigand

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Looks exciting
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Today, Erika M. Szabo​ shares her new collection of short stories, Rainbows and Clouds. #OurAuthorGangCongratulations, Erika!
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Thank you Toi!

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