A selection of snap stories from my file.

Strawberries

The smell was to die for.

A heavenly aroma rose from the crystal bowl of strawberries which had been placed in the middle of the table. Coral set to dunk them in brandy before dipping them in warm, melted chocolate. She stored them on a tray to place in the fridge to set. She had planned to make more the next day. But. The rest of the strawberries didn't last that long.

Randy arrived home with a bottle of champagne to celebrate his promotion. The smell of the strawberries assailed his nose when he walked in through the front door. He dropped his briefcase near the door to his study. He followed the scent to the bowl of sweet nectar. Randy went to the cupboard to grab a couple of champagne flutes. He handed them to his wife. And the bowl of strawberries. He led her to the bedroom.

Coral looked puzzled when the berries, the flutes, and champagne, were placed on the bedside table. Her husband began to strip away her clothes. Then he did his own. He pulled back the covers on the bed then sat her in the middle of the bed. He crawled on to the bed beside her. Placed the bowel of strawberries on her lap. Opened the bottle of champagne and filled the flutes. He handed one to her. She waited to see what happened next. Taking a strawberry from the bowl he dunked the fruit into the liquid and held it to her mouth. She took a small bite. He ate the rest.

Becoming more adventurous with the drinking of the champagne. Randy moved Coral down the bed. He poured some of his drink into her navel. Dunked the fruit . Placed it near her mouth for her to eat. He drank, at licked, what liquid was left on her body. When the bowl of strawberries was finished Randy ventured out to the fridge to retrieve a few of the chocolate strawberries. He dragged them across her hot skin leaving behind a trail of chocolate. He followed the trail with his hot tongue until there wasn't any chocolate coating left. Taking a small bite he placed the rest in her mouth. Once the last fruit was devoured. The both of them completely sated. They went to sleep. The fruit of life did bring forth a life of another kind. A baby.

                                                 Snowed In.

“When did you find time to read a book,” Martha asked. She hadn't known her husband to read a newspaper. Let alone read a book. 'Where did you find this book? I haven't found any new books around the cabin.”

“You don't know, everything, my love. I have a few secrets of my own. Over long, cold winters when the ground is covered with frozen snow, I have to keep, occupied. We can't spend the whole winter in bed. Even though. I could come up with a few interesting ways to keep us happy.” Caleb patted his Martha on her padded behind. “We can go to bed while we wait,” he suggested, wriggling his bushy eyebrows at her.

Martha slowly turned to face him with suspicion in her eyes. Caleb didn't act like he was worried about the loss of their cabin. In the past few weeks he'd cursed sire threats at the upstart who had taken over the mountain. Revenge. That was what this takeover was. Caleb, and Martha, had refused to vacate the cabin. The new owner of the mountain was on his way to make sure they were tossed from their home of many years,

They had moved into the cabin hours after they had recited their vows to love each other until their life had come to an end. Had moved on to a place of peaceful existence. Their lives had been long, healthy, and happy. No trouble had entered their lovely, snow covered mountain. Not even a pint of blood had been spilled to mar the white wonder land. Now. Battle stations were at the ready. Swords, literally, had been drawn. Their home was being taken away from them. No longer will they be able to commune with nature.

“Mind telling me why you are certain Garth won't be here to take away our home? What do you know that I don't?”

“You aren't interested in my proposition.” Caleb grabbed his fur coat from the peg near the back door. Pulled his cap low on his head. “I'm going for a walk.” He opened the door. He stepped out into the freezing wind which blew across the snow covered scenery.

Martha worried while she made a rabbit stew to warm Caleb when he returned. If he returned. Dread settled heavy on her heart. She had a feeling the mountain wasn't happy. She could feel the mountain spirits waited for some dangerous happening. A happening which will explode the peace, and tranquillity of the whole area.

An hour, or so, after Caleb had departed from the cabin enormous explosions erupted to split the quiet serenity of the whole valley. The china in the cupboards rattled. Other china on the shelves rattled before crashing to the floor. Martha grabbed the pot of stew from the stove to shove into the sink to stop it falling to the floor. She raced to the front door of the cabin to look out over the pass. Martha cursed. She prayed. She watched frozen snow blasted skyward then rain down on the valley floor closing the pass.

“Oh. Caleb. What have you done?” Martha prayed for the safe return of her husband.

“I didn't do anything,” Caleb spoke from behind Martha. He had a broad smile on his face. “How would I know what caused such a disaster? Have you found any incriminating evidence to the fact?”

Martha threw herself into his open arms. She was pleased he'd returned all in one piece. Once the snow settles, they'd be able to live in their beloved cabin until the pass opened.

Martha, and Caleb, went to bed early, pleased they'd be safe for a few months. But Martha had not counted on how spiteful, and dogmatic, Garth was once he'd been thwarted. Caleb smiled a secret smile when he went off to sleep. The last laugh was his. A helicopter came flying over the closed pass around midnight with Garth on board. He smiled. He'd finally won. The cabin would be in his hands once the helicopter landed. So he thought. But he didn't foresee who he had as an adversary. When the helicopter crossed the pass. The echo from the engine set off the rest of explosions which had been set for such an occurrence. The whole side of the mountain erupted like a war zone sending snow spewing into the air. The cabin no longer stood where it had for centuries. Garth, and the pilot, watched in horror while waiting for the noise to subside. There was a giant black hole where once the cabin had stood on the side of the mountain surrounded by snow. The mountain scared forever more.

                                                  Over Sexed

Baby faced, over sexed, slime ball, Randy, set out from his home to sow his wild oats. Harvest destruction on the lives of unsuspecting women. Not one of them knew his plan to over populate. Sponge. Connive his way into their life. When he'd had his fun he'd move on to leave shattered lives behind. The mothers faced the facts. Each had to rare the children on their own. Caught with his trousers down. He is now being hounded by the media. Government departments. His own mother Randy caught to face up to what he has done. The hurt he has caused. He case aside his fatherly duty to raise his children. Now. Cornered. He has been forced to take DNA tests to prove he is. Or is not. The father of a line of children. His spate of fun had cost the government hundreds of thousands a year. The children are literally being raised by the government because he's not paying any money towards their keep.

                                Unpleasant Surprises.

The gravity of the situation reached the captain on the bridge. The hull had collided with some hidden rocks in the water. Blood-orange sun no longer shone down on the sea. Thunderous dark clouds stormed over head.

Guests hastily packed their picnic baskets to scramble for cover. Rain followed the clouds over the mountain toward the coastal town.

Sidelong winds finally moved the ship from the rocks into the channel of the small creek. Seagulls struggled in the wind while they searched for food. A not quiet eeriness surround the ancient inn moments before an explosion of noise, and lightning. A wall of water washed away an old part of the inn. An old gazebo situated a short distance away exposed a dark secret. There was no longer a place to rest for the weary traveller from the sun. Police dresses in all weather gear faced the grizzly task of discovering who had been buried in the simple coffin under the old gazebo.

                                                      Secret Life of a Fridge

Don't dare open your fridge door after dark. The gremlins come out to play with the germs. You take your life in your hands when you dare to open the door during one of their battles.

Jack, and his Germs, creep out to search the shelves for food. The gather the food left unattended on the table in the heat. Food the flies laid their eggs in the meat to germinate. Each germ spreads quickly to contaminate the rest of the surrounding food.

Sam, and his Gremlins, fight fierce battles to stop the germs from escaping from one section of the fridge to another. But sadly. The Germs reached the cheese to turn the outer surface to mould. The surface of the tomato paste became black sludge. Milk curdled before the Gremlins were able to drink it all.

I warn you. When you open the door of the fridge. Stand behind the door so you won't be splattered with the contents of a rotten egg.

So don't raid the fridge during the hours of darkness. You might be sucked into the inner sanction to be covered with Germs. Have mould cover you entirely. Your hair turned blood red with tomato paste streaked with black streaks. You'll smell awful. Pong. You'll be thrown back at the end of the long, fierce battle.

Beware of what you keep too long in your fridge. You invite the Gremlins. Germs. To enter to fight to see who can do the most damage to your system.

                                                 Promises

“Promises are worth. Nothing,” grumbled Jasmine, from where she sat perched high up in her favourite tree. She knew she wasn't suppose to be up there. “No one keeps their promises to me. I'm only a little kid. They always find excuses. I want to see the Wiggles. I'm going to see them. No one is going to stop me.” Jasmine stayed in her hideout so no one had a chance to break their promise. This time.

“Where have you been,” yelled her Mother, when she entered the kitchen. “We have been searching everywhere. We have to go to the hospital. Susan has had her baby. We're going to visit them,” announced the happy Grandmother.

“Who is taking me to see the Wiggles?”

“You'll have to miss the Wiggles. You can go next time,” promised her Mother.

“I'm going to the Wiggles. No one is going to stop me. No one cares what I want.” Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks. “I don't want to see Susan's yucky baby. She could have waited until tomorrow. She just wanted to spoil. My day. I hate Susan.” Jasmine stamped her feet.

“You can see the Wiggles, any day. Not every day you become an aunt.”

“I don't want to be an aunt. I want to see the Wiggles. I'm going to the, Wiggles concert. No one is going to stop me. She turned to stomp away.

“Come back, here, Jasmine. We have to leave, now.”

“Craig will take me. He won't want to visit the hospital.”

“Craig is going to the beach. The surf is up this morning. He won't take you.”

Jasmine stopped. Wiped the tears from her flushed cheeks. The sun shone from her to dry up the tears. He attitude became positive. “Yes. He will. I know a secret. I know what he and...”

“I'm ready to leave.” Craig came into the kitchen with his towel wrapped around his shoulders.

“Craig.” Jasmine cast him her sucker smile. “I want you to take me to the Wiggles concert. Mum has to go to the hospital.

“I can't. The waves won't be there, tomorrow.”

“Remember the last time you were suppose to go surfing. The day you and...”

“Come along, Jasmine. I'm sure I'll enjoy the Wiggles. I might even buy you an ice cream.”

“Can we go to McDonald's for the ice cream?”

“Sure,” Craig promised, shoving his sister out of the kitchen.