Sandi’s Flood Cleanup

I answered. “Mr. Brower, how nice to hear from you.”

“Not really, girly.” I heard him cough. It sounded awful. “Damage report: The floods backed up the septic, but my homeowners insurance is fighting with my business insurance, and neither is willing to put me up anywhere if I evacuate.”

“Goodness, how awful.”

He coughed again, a nasty, hacking sound. “Well, it is what it is, but I need to go to the city today and I hoped I could talk to you. Got a business proposition for you, girly.”

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Gizelle the Child Prodigy

And then I found Mama crying in the living room.

“Baby,” she gasped, between sobs. She reached for a tissue and blew her nose, loud and wet.

I was confused. Mama never cried. She was always the picture of poise next to Daddy.

I stood, frozen at the threshold between the foyer and the living room.

“Daddy’s plane crashed.”

I gripped the purple folder tighter.

“He’s not coming home.”

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Introducing Storm Chaser Sandi

It was a text from Charlie, my boyfriend: Where are you?

I sat it my car and sighed. The atmosphere was warm and humid, so I started up the car and blasted the AC before I replied: Finishing up a damage assessment.

Sure enough, my phone buzzed again: I wouldn’t have to ask if you just turned on the Location Sharing App.

Frowning, I considered not replying at all.

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Site Launch

Welcome to What’s In My Pockets! This site was inspired by a common theme among my coworkers finding random remnants of the day in their pockets. Sometimes it’s just a pen, or a note, or something more interesting like a key. Every items has a story, and each one could be a dramatic reveal.

I’m Sandi Kay, and I’ll be using this site to post fictional stories as well as non-fiction essays about the process of writing itself.

Enjoy!