Greetings to all! Welcome to Rave Reviews Book Club’s 2019 October-ween Block Party! Today, in keeping with the Halloween spirit, I am sharing my short story entitled Monster, from my short story collection Strange Hwy.
CONGRATULATIONS TO MY WINNERS!
1. Mark Bierman
2. Joy Nwosu Lo-Bamijoko
3. Jerry Marquardt
**This giveaway is now closed**
Three lucky readers will win prizes! (Who doesn’t like prizes?)
Here are my prize packs:
1. A $10 Amazon Gift Card and your choice of a signed paperback copy of one of my books!
2. A $10 Amazon Gift Card and your choice of a signed paperback copy of one of my books!
3. A $10 Amazon Gift Card and your choice of a signed paperback copy of one of my books!
Those books to choose from are:
- Jazz Baby
- Slivers of Life: A Collection of Short Stories
- Strange Hwy: Short Stories
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment below!
And now, on to my Halloween short story. . .
Monster
“Indecent liberties with a minor,” my mother explained, repeating the same words Danny Deagle sprinkled on us kids earlier in the day. “I don’t want you girls trick-or-treating at his house tonight.”
The old man at the end of the street, she meant. A swirl of new words followed him into our neighborhood—words shrouded in secrecy, in a thick fog of mystery. The simple ones I’d commit to memory, intending find them in the dictionary I got for my tenth birthday this past summer—a secret gift that nobody else knew about.
Perv—that’s the one I looked up last night, right before bed. Millicent, my older sister, she used it when telling Grandma Myron about the new neighbor in question. But if there’s such a word as perv, well, old Merriam-Webster hasn’t been told. I couldn’t find it to save my life.
“I ain’t going anywhere near that side of the street,” Millicent announced. “—not as long as he’s lurking down there.”
She’d go over there, though. Millicent thinks she’s hot you-know-what just because she’s thirteen now. Besides, every kid in the neighborhood wants to be the first one to walk up those front steps and ring the doorbell. You have to be seen doing it, though, or it won’t count for anything.
I tossed in a handful of words meant to be my two cents. “Danny Deagle says he got in trouble down in Kentucky before he got in trouble here in Ohio—that old man, I mean.”
Danny Deagle knows about these sorts of things. His stepdad is a cop.
My mother lit a fresh Marlboro and proclaimed, “He’s got no business staying on this street—not with all you kids around.” Thin lazy smoke slithered from her nostrils like twin snakes in search of a meal. “Don’t let me hear that you girls went trick-or-treating at his house.”
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Millicent dressed as a belly dancer again—same as last Halloween and the one before that. She just likes the attention from boys like Danny Deagle and Jeff Brahm. But they like her only because she’s practically naked in her costume.
Me? I got stuck being a hobo again—even though my mother promised me I could be the belly dancer this year.
Millicent grabbed her pillowcase from the kitchen table and said, “Ready, dweeb?”
“You’re the dweeb,” I argued, snatching my own pillowcase.
My mother said, “Don’t stay out all night.”
We’d stay out as long as it took to fill those pillowcases to the full.
Danny Deagle met us in front of his house. Those gray eyes of his drank up Millicent like she’s cool water and he’s been thirsty for days. But he really couldn’t be blamed. Booty shorts and a sports bra, that’s all she wore underneath that sheer white fabric that left her belly bare and exposed.
Our father, before he remarried and moved to Cincinnati, wouldn’t have allowed one of his daughters to go traipsing through the neighborhood wearing only a couple of tissue papers.
But our father doesn’t come around anymore. And our mother, she won’t play the villain—as she likes to say. So Millicent gets away with murder.
Kids of all ages crisscrossed our neighborhood exchanging tricks for treats. Smarties and Sweettarts mingled with fun-sized Snickers and Milky Ways in the bottom of our pillowcases. And later, when we’d finally have to call it a night, Millicent would try to swindle me out of all of my Hershey’s Miniatures, offering junk like jelly beans and peanut butter chews for trade.
Billy Pinsler found us where Delbert Avenue and McCaully Drive cross. Billy’s my age—only shorter. “Anybody going to the perv’s house?” he asked.
Danny fixed me in his sight. “You’ll go up there, won’t you, Melanie?”
My head twisted left and right. “Mom said to stay away from his house,” I told him, knowing full-well he’d poke and prod until I agreed to answer his dare.
Danny’s good like that. He knows how to get kids to do what he’s too scared to do—only he’d never admit to being scared.
Millicent joined the push, said, “Since when do you listen to Mom?”
We were already there, bags half-full, in front of that house on the end of our street. I’d be the one going, as usual.
“Melanie won’t go,” Billy announced. “She’s too scared.”
My eyes found Millicent’s eyes. “You’re the one who’s half naked; why don’t you go up there?”
“Because the guy’s a perv, nimrod!” said Danny. “You want him to try something with her?”
I tossed my gaze toward that house. A lone porch light shined out of the dark.
“If I scream,” I said, walking to my demise, “you better run and call the cops.”
A fall breeze passed through the trees overhead, sending loose leaves gliding to the ground.
My legs went heavy and stiff, unwilling to move without provocation. Somewhere on that street a dog barked warnings at kids in costumes.
My body halted at the bottom step leading to the front door. I tossed a glance over my shoulder. Millicent, Danny, and Billy took refuge behind shrubs at the foot of the driveway.
“Ain’t gotta be scared,” the voice said, suddenly there like a spook in the night. “Just come on up. I won’t bite—except you want I should.”
A bead of sweat raced down my belly, which was stuffed with an old pillow to make me look fat.
Gray hair going thin twisted this way and that, like weeds, atop his head. Skinny, like maybe he’d been sick for a while.
My foot found the first step, brought us closer.
He asked, “You gonna say it?”
I would. It only seemed right. “Trick or treat.”
A laugh just like my father’s slipped past his lips. He kind of resembled him, too, around the eyes and nose.
“You say it with no real conviction, girl,” he said, almost accusing me of something.
The mouth of my pillowcase yawned wide, ready to swallow whatever treats he chose to dispense.
Two Hershey’s miniatures.
Mr. Goodbar and Krackle.
“Where’s your sister?” he wondered aloud, throwing his gaze like a pair of marbles down the driveway.
“Hiding,” I confessed, backing away.
But those eyes of his—cobalt blue, same as my father’s—took hold on me, wandered along my length as if sizing me for a new dress.
“You ’sposed to be a bum?” he asked.
Denim coveralls, a gray T-shirt that used to be white, and worn-out tennis shoes seemed the easiest of Halloween costumes to put together.
I corrected him, said, “A hobo.”
“Hobo, huh?” He waggled his finger, drew me closer to his grasp. “Take the rest of these,” he said, offering me the entire bowl of miniatures.
“What about the other kids?”
“Ain’t no other kids. You the only one come ’round tonight.”
It made my bag heavier and more than satisfied, this extra loot.
My voice came tight, higher-pitched than normal. “Thank you.”
“Polite—just like your daddy at that age.” The weight of his body found relief against the door frame. “Did you get the Merriam-Webster I sent for your birthday?”
My head tipped a nod, my voice said, “Thank you, Granddad.”
* * *
“Did he lose his goo over you?” Danny Deagle asked, acting like a big brother. “I’ll tell my stepdad if he did.”
“He didn’t,” I assured him, not really understanding what goo just might get lost.
Millicent’s gaze took hold on mine, passed words into my head, words demanding my silence on the matter.
Aloud, her words asked, “What’d he give you?”
“Jellybeans,” I told her. “Nothing but jellybeans.”
This story can be found in Strange Hwy: Short Stories.
If you ever find yourself on the Strange Hwy–don’t turn around. Don’t panic. Just. Keep. Going. You never know what you’ll find.
You’ll see magic at the fingertips of an autistic young man,
- A teen girl’s afternoon, lifetime of loss.
- A winged man, an angel? Demon–?
- Mother’s recognition, peace to daughter.
- Danny’s death, stifled secrets.
- Black man’s music, guitar transforms boy.
- Dead brother, open confession.
- First love, supernatural?–family becomes whole!
You can exit the Strange Hwy, and come back any time you want.
See, now you know the way in, don’t be a stranger.
BUY:
Reblogged this on North’s World and commented:
From a fellow Fresh Ink Group author!
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I like to read a nice, scary story! Boo…
Please enter me into your giveaway.
On Mon, Oct 14, 2019 at 11:21 PM The Indie Spot! wrote:
> beemweeks posted: ” Greetings to all! Welcome to Rave Reviews Book Club’s > 2019 October-ween Block Party! Today, in keeping with the Halloween spirit, > I am sharing my short story entitled Monster, from my short story > collection Strange Hwy. Three lucky readers will wi” >
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Hi, Jerry. Thank you for stopping by. I appreciate your support.
I removed your personal info from the post. No need to put it out there for the world. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment. If you are a chosen winner, I’ll reach out to you for your info at that time.
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Woot-woot!! Thank you so much for the great news of winning your special Block Party giveaway. Happy Halloween everyone!
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Congratulations, Jerry! Thank you for participating.
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Hi Beem, I enjoyed reading this again, as I’ve already devoured Strange Hwy on my kindle – highly recommend!
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Thank you for stopping by, Wendy. I truly appreciate it.
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A story full of suspense. Nice twist at the end, Beem. Have an amazing party today.
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Thank you for the visit, Lizzie. I appreciate it.
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Hi, Beem. That’s such a great story! I love the little twist at the end. 😀
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Thank you, Rhani. I appreciate all the support you show me.
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What a great story! Nicely done.
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Thank you for taking the time to visit, A.M. I am grateful.
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I remember this story from “Strange Hwy.” The twist was one I couldn’t forget. And the fact that Melanie chose to keep the secret made it even more powerful! Well-done, Beem!!
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Thanks, Jan. I am so glad that you stopped by for a visit.
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A great short story, Beem. Perfect for the season. I think all of us had a house like that in our neighborhood that many avoided on Halloween. Of course, this one didn’t have a boogeyman living in it. I love that Strange Hwy trailer.
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Thank you, Ron. I’m glad you stopped by and added to the conversation.
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Terrific story, Beem. Reminded me about the old women’s house in our neighborhood. No way Jose would any of us go there. We had visions of being boiled for dinner. (At least that was the rumor)
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That’s funny, John. We had a house like that in my neighborhood when I was a young child. Two, actually. One had a crazy old lady who liked to poison kids, allegedly. In the other house, almost directly across from hers, lived the old man who became the inspiration for the man in this story.
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Excellent story.
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So, the perv was the grandfather? That was a surprise. Beem your mind is always in overdrive. Thank you for sharing an excerpt. I do have the book and will have to re-read that story.
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Thank you, Shirley. I truly enjoy finding your comments on my blog.
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Perfect Halloween story, Beem. I loved re-reading it again and I’m a huge fan of Strange Hwy.
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Thank you, Denise! I appreciate your incredible support. Thanks for visiting.
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Great story – and so well suited for a Halloween celebration.
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Thank you, Cassidy! I’m glad you stopped by.
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Incredible post my friend. I love you short story collection Strange HWY. I am currently writing my review of this amazing book. Great post today.
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Thank you, Forrest. I am excited to read your review. Thanks for stopping by.
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Another O’Henry ending, Beem. I loved reading this again. You put together ordinary words in an extraordinary way, creating amazing word pictures, and each word belongs precisely where you’ve placed it. You are so sure-footed (handed?) that I can relax into your work and live in the scenes. I just love how you write. I also liked your Halloween graphics. Wonderful post.
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Your words made my day, Mary. Thank you for your kind observation. I am glad you stopped by for a visit.
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I’ve read them all, Beem, and loved them all! I look forward to more of your writings.
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Thank you, Joy. I am always thrilled to find your comments here.
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Hey, Beem, I really enjoyed this story – it reminded me of my childhood getting the very same treats! Well done!
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Thanks, John. I am so glad you visited.
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Great story Beem! We had an actual perv we weren’t supposed to Trick or Treat at, but we did anyway, too.
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Too funny, Charles. This guy is actually based on an old guy who lived at the end on our street in the early 1970’s. Thanks for sharing your memory.
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This was great! At the title, I thought, ooh, supernatural! Then, I realized it wasn’t, and I began to worry about what horrible thing would happen. The ending was just perfect for me. I loved it! 🙂 I have Strange Hwy on my kindle and can’t wait to read it, especially after that sneak peak. 🙂
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So glad you liked it, Yvette. Your opinion means a lot to me.
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Hi Beem, this is one of my favorite stories from Strange HWY. I enjoyed reading it again. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Balroop. I appreciate your visit.
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Hi, Beem! I enjoyed this story even more the second time around. Strange HWY is a great read. I highly recommend it.🥰
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Thank you for the amazing support you always offer, Vashti. I am grateful.
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It’s my pleasure because it’s true, Beem. ❤
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I love horror stories. I enjoyed reading Monster. Thank you!
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Thank you, Susanne. So glad you stopped by.
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Great Holloween tales, Beem. Love it!
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Thank you, Bernard! I am glad you stopped by.
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I do love this story. Makes me want to go trick or treating again!
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Hi, Ted. Thanks for the visit!
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Great story, Beem! I enjoyed Jazz Baby and this one is on my TBR list for sure.
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Thank you, Mark. I appreciate your comments. Thanks for stopping by.
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Great story. The ending really surprised me.
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Thanks for stopping by, Mark!
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What a great story, the end shocked me.
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Oooo! Scary! Good luck with the tour!
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Thanks, Stephen!
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Poor lone soul! It was good that the kid was not scared of the granddad.Great story, Beem.
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Thank you for the visit, Miriam.
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You’re welcome, Beem.
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STRANGE HWY is an extraordinary collection, and this story is indicative of the masterful writing found throughout the book. Bravo, Beem! You truly rival the best writers of the century!
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Thank you, Gwen. I am truly humbled.
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Awesome story, Beem! Perfect for the season. Thanks!
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Thank you, Nonnie. That means a lot to me.
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Everybody was a winner at your stop Beem. CONGRATULATIONS TO EACH OF THEM!
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Awww! Thank you, Shirley. You are just too kind. 😊
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