Z is for Zero Count

Zero Count

I was planning on doing an “Epilogue” of sorts to my serial short story for the last day of this A to Z Challenge, entitled “Zero Count.” But things got too busy, and I didn’t want to cheat the story with something that was not worthy to be a part of it. 

In essence, however, this is still a “Zero Count” post, since I have nothing to post about, and after today, there’s no more counting of days and letters for this challenge. 

I hope everyone has had a wonderful time during this challenge. If you weren’t involved, consider joining in next year on April 1^st. You can always check out the rules and when to join at this website. It’s open to anyone with a blog!

Thanks Arlee Bird and everyone who helped out! Here they are:

Alex J. Cavanaugh: Alex J. Cavanaugh

Stephen Tremp: Author Stephen Tremp
Tina Downey: Life is Good
Damyanti Biswas: Amlokiblogs
Jeremy Hawkins: [Being Retro]
Nicole Ayers: The Madlab Post
M. J. Joachim: M. J. Joachim's Writing Tips
Heather M. Gardner: The Waiting is the Hardest Part
AJ Lauer: Naturally Sweet
Pam Margolis: An Unconventional Librarian

God Bless! 

I've got to eventually figure out when I'll get back to blogging, how often, and about what... well I know about what - anything - there's never a lasting theme here! :)

Y is for Yip! Yippy! Yipperooooo!

Yip! Yippy! Yipperooooo!

We’re on Y, and you know what that means! It means we’ve got one more day for this A to Z Challenge before it’s all over!!

Oh, but wait.... That means they’ll be no more A to Z Challenge! L What could be sadder than that? Guess I’ve just got to hold in these challenging alphabetically inclined posts until next year’s A to Z Challenge.

I can’t wait! J

X is for Xerox

Xerox

“The darned machine broke again! I may as well get the typewriter out, ‘cause I know I’m going to have to copy this report by hand.” Lexie gave the Xerox machine a small shove.

“A typewriter isn’t doing it by hand,” Felix said as he entered the room.

“Compared to a Xerox, it might as well be.” She pushed at the buttons and gave another shove.

“Here, let me see. Maybe I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix anything, Felix. Go on and go away. You might get yourself electrocuted.”

Felix ignored her and opened the side panel. He stared inside without moving for nearly a minute.

“Something you see in there?”

“Yeah…. Come over here. You’ll never believe this.”

Lexie peered over Felix’s shoulder and said, “I don’t see anything.”

“Keep looking.”

Another minute passed. Then she saw it. “Oh my G…!”

Felix reached in his index finger and thumb between the ink drum and feeder wheel. “I told you not to do it! If you get fired it’ll be all your fault.”

“I know, Felix. I won’t do it again, just don’t tell,” Lexie said, looking at the band-aide on her finger. “Thanks for fixing it, Felix," she said. "But I told you I could duplicate myself by copying my DNA on this thing.” She took her miniaturized self out of Felix’s palm and stared at it with a mischievous smile.