Murder and Wine and the Oblong Door

Hi, everyone,

Something different today. My brains have been turning into a mush from the continuous editing of Indiot, plus I’m in constant pain from something going array with my back (due to too much sitting and editing). Well, for whatever reason, I was having some kind of a crisis today, and prescribed myself a dose of “something different.” I sat back down in front of the screen with an intention to write a spanking-brilliant new promo plan for Indiot, and instead, I wrote a short story with a prompt from Chuck Wendig’s Terrible Minds blog. The task was to write a story based on a title – I chose Murder, Wine, and the Oblong Door. I’ve never done flash fiction before, and I intended for it to be something completely different, but alas, it’s about Isa.

Here it is.

Murder and Wine and the Oblong Door

“I could get away with murder.”

“Right.” Harden sipped his beer as if I was just going on about school drama, like I usually do. We were in the bleachers, with a six-pack between us, and the whole Saturday night to kill.

“I mean it. If I had to, of course. Like, if a gang killed my parents when I wasn’t home, and then the popo just gave up on the case, and I had to become a vigilante.”

“What do you have against your parents, psycho?”

I punched his shoulder. “You’re not listening. I love them, so I would kill for them, get it? But I would be smart about it, like that girl from that movie, you know the one? She got raped and then she plotted revenge for years. Something like that.”

“Okay, this is enough for you,” he made a move to grab my bottle, but I snatched it away. “Two beers, and you’re wasted? You’re a cheap date, Izz.”

“I’m not wasted,” I said and demonstratively took another sip. “You’re just closed-minded. And this is not a date.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I heard him puff. We hardly ever talked about Brad, ever since Harden tried to convince me that a jock was not a good boyfriend material and we had a huge blow-out. Still, I could tell what he was thinking, even when he chose to swallow the words.

“I’d use poison,” I said.

“Jesus! On whom?”

“The gang members, silly. I’d be like Poison Ivy, seductive, but deadly. Charm them, then slip a potion into a wine glass, and boom!” I threw my arms up to show the explosive effect my weapon of choice would have on the gastro-intestinal tract of wrong-doers.

“Those are some posh thugs,” Harden said. “I’ve never heard of gangstas passing around a bottle of fine Cabernet Sauvignon.”

“Okay, whiskey glass,” I conceded. “The point is, they wouldn’t know what hit them. I’d be in and out with an alibi. Natural causes, case closed.”

He leaned in and I could see his face in the dim glow of the half-dead floodlights. I could not tell if he was mad at me or playing along. “Who are you?”

“I’m Isabella Maxwell,” I said, bulging my eyes back at him. “I may look average, but I sometimes have unaverage thoughts, so arrest me.”

“Unaverage is not a word.”

“Grammar Police.” I chugged the rest of my bottle and tossed it into the darkness of the van. “Gimme another.”

“Jesus, Isa, you know Mom will kill me.” He labored to get up and retrieve the bottle, and I took the opportunity to twist the cap off another one.

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” he said, settling back next to me.

“Maybe you should,” I said, handing him a fresh one.

We sipped in silence for a few moments.

“So you think I’m a weirdo?” I said finally.

“Yes,” he said and grabbed my sleeve, chuckling, as I pretended to flee. “I think you’re…special. In many ways. And yes, you have unaverage ideas, but that’s what I…like about you.”

“Thanks.” I punched his shoulder again, this time with more feeling.

We sipped and watched a bat glide silently overhead.

“I have them too.”

“Murderous thoughts?”

He laughed. “No. Unaverage ideas.”

“Like what?”

He hesitated. “No – they’re silly. You’ll think I’m an idiot.”

“But now you have to tell me!” I shook his arm. “Tell me!”

He took a swig. “Okay. Have you ever thought about why doors are always rectangular?”

I thought for a moment. “No. I can honestly say it has never crossed my mind.”

“It’s probably because they’re easier to make,” he said. “Somebody once made a rectangular door, and then everybody else copied it, not once stopping to think if that was the best design. I mean, have you ever met a rectangular human?”

Brad’s broad shoulders and massive frame flashed through my mind, but I honored the unspoken agreement with Harden. “No.”

“Me neither. But here we are, round pegs, pushing through life’s square holes.”

“I think it’s the other way around,” I said, hoping it wasn’t a prelude to another discussion of Harden’s round body, and how it was in the way of his dating and DJ-ing dreams.

“It’s just a metaphor,” he said. “But I’d like to one day build a house with only round doors. Well, not round, but oblong, for sure.”

“That would be cool,” I said, trying to imagine a house without hard edges. “I’d love that. I’m always running into the door corners. Make all the tables and beds oblong, while you’re at it.”

“Done,” he said and we shook on it.

I tried another swig of my beer, but it was getting warm and more than a little gross. Harden seemed absorbed in his own thoughts, probably outside of the rectangle box. I thought of Brad, who was probably off his head just then. Maybe I was foolish to let him go on Spring Break without me, but he said it would make our relationship stronger.

“You’re on the list,” I said.

“What?” He snapped from whatever dusk-dream he was having. “What list?”

“The list of people I would avenge if they were murdered by thugs. It was only Mom, Dad, and Felicity, but now it’s you, too. You should be honored.”

I couldn’t see his face, but I heard him puff.

“I am.”

I hoped he couldn’t tell what I was thinking.



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27 responses to “Murder and Wine and the Oblong Door

  1. Interesting! What was Isabella thinking?? 😮

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  2. This is really good. I loved it. Feels so organic. Thank you.

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  3. Hi Anna. My cell phone only shows the first few words of an email, so all I saw was ” Murder and Wine”. I thought you were having some kind of get together until I clicked on it. I loved the story. It goes well with my profile photo. There are two types of door pics. extroverts have a photo of an open door and Introvetts have a closed door. I guess anyone can figure that out.
    You are always an inspiration.

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    • Thank you 🙂 Funny, made me think of who I am – an Introvert with extroverted habits. I love sitting home by myself, typing away, but I’ve learned over the years to ham it up at parties – humor is my shield 🙂

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  4. olivia barrington

    I love It! I was having a rough day and you just brightened it with this flash fiction piece. Well done, my dear, well done. You put a smile on my face. It does make you wonder about the shape of doors doesn’t it ? Go get a massage for your back and do stretching exercises before you sit down and when it starts getting tight. Might help. Hope your back and brain recover. Happy editing!

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    • Thank you, Olivia – can’t believe I’ve made your day better, thank you so much for letting me know 🙂 Getting one of those painful massages today, fingers crossed. Hard to do anything with shooting pains through the right arm – and knowing I did it to myself!


      • olivia barrington

        If that doesn’t work, try a chiropractor. I’ve been going to them since I was 8yrs old. They really help. Or if you can, try an inversion table. I have one and it really helps ,too. Sounds like an inflamed nerve. Good luck!

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      • Oh, had a painful half an hour with my favourite masseuse and the shooting pain through the arm subsided. Still, had to write kneeling in front of the bed, with the laptop and my right elbow on the mattress. I truly suffer for my craft 🙂


  5. You do; you brighten days all over the globe. Your marketing advice is so freshly honest that I’ve a file with it all to refer to – and only cross off when it doesn’t work for me for good reasons. Usually like banking rules which differ radically from yours. Loved your flash. Despite tjhe fact that I have chosen crime as my focus, I think I’m going to be an Izzy fan, regardless. Pedantic, I know, but it is awry, not array.

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    • That’s so awesome, thank you for letting me know. And it’s not pedantic, thank you for the tip (I’m not a native speaker, so I don’t take it too personally).


  6. Loved it. The darn thing works at so many levels – without having read anything about Isa before – from the first sentence, I was pulled in and read the whole thing before letting my breath out. I also empathized with the poor guy – with Isa thinking about Brad – the other broad guy, while hanging out with Harden. Most unexpected, my feeling that way I mean about poor Harden – maybe I’ve been there. Hell, you made me care. Wow! Thanks.

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  7. mandibelle16

    Love this piece of fiction. Realistic and funny. I think doors are rectangular because they started out as posts and lentles. Two posts with the lentle over the top. Art history memory lol.

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  8. This is great! Editing will drive you crazy for sure. It’s nice to take a break. I hope your back feels better soon!

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