Flash Fiction – Jack’s House

The house had been passed down through the generations and was finally given to Regina on her eighth birthday. The story was that a great-great grandfather made it for his daughter, a replica of the mansion they lived in. It had three stories and covered the entire top of Regina’s dresser after her mother and father helped her carry it upstairs.

It was fully furnished with handmade tables, chairs, and couches; everything a house needed for its occupants. Regina could have spent hours staring at the tiny furnishings and the hand-sewn curtains on the windows, but her party was still in progress downstairs, so she reluctantly left, biding her time until she could run back upstairs and explore the new addition to her room.

When it was revealed, Regina was so excited about the house itself, that she didn’t notice it already had an occupant. He, too, was handmade and was the only thing, other than the furnishings, that had survived through the years.

When Jack heard Regina leave with her mother, exclaiming her joy once again in tones only an eight-year-old could appreciate, he smiled slightly to himself and set to the business of exploring the new dwelling his home had been placed in.

He jumped up and glanced down to make sure he wasn’t too disheveled. It wouldn’t do to meet his new neighbors looking all wrinkled and dusty. His gray slacks were a little worse for wear and he spent some time running his hands down his long legs in order to rid himself of the dust that had settled. He did the same with his not-entirely-white long sleeved shirt and gray vest, adjusting and buttoning as needed. When he felt ready, he walked down the long, curved stairway in the front hall and opened the front door.

Standing in the doorway, he surveyed his new neighborhood. The colors never changed much through the years, always pinks and purples or variations of the two. There was a huge canopy bed lining one wall, and everything in the room was tidy and neat, unlike some rooms he’d occupied. Regina had more toys than he was used to seeing, though, and he continued to glance around, noticing his new neighbors, although some of them were pretending not to notice him, oddly enough. In that moment, he decided not to wait for his first party like he normally did.

It looks like this neighborhood could use a little livening up, he whispered to himself.

Having made his decision to plan the party for that very night, he turned to head back inside, but his eye was caught by something in his peripheral. Turning towards it, he realized he was staring at one of his new neighbors. His breath caught in his throat and he felt a yearning deep inside his heart swell up in his chest. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld.

Her long blond hair was kept in pristine order, brushed to a gleaming shine, and it poured down her head and over her shoulders. She was a tiny thing, but not so tiny she wouldn’t be a perfect match for his long, lean frame. She was wearing a blue dress that hung on her body, with lace that stretched to her fingertips. And such tiny fingers they were. He was mesmerized.

He finally realized he was staring and glanced quickly up to her face. She was staring back at him and a slight flush had spread across her face. He smiled and nodded his head, hoping she would be at his party so they could be formally introduced. He had every intention of making her his, no matter what it took. She smiled back and her hand lifted in a dainty wave.

Oh, yes, he told himself and headed back inside to prepare for the evening.


Regina made things quite a bit easier for him when she came into the room later in the evening. She hurried through her preparations for bed and once she was in her pajamas, she ran over to her dresser and started opening the doors and windows in the house. She pulled down a few of the dolls she had stowed away on a shelf and started placing them inside, not really playing yet because she knew it was already passed her bedtime.

She finally noticed Jack laying on a bed in a room upstairs and she let out a loud scream of joy. She pulled him out of the house and held him up. “Well aren’t you just handsome.”

She grabbed Lacey, her favorite doll of all, in her other hand and held her up so she was facing him. “Lacey, meet… hmmm. I don’t know his name, but isn’t he lovely? I think you two are going to get along splendidly.”

She was placing them inside the house, on the couch in the front room when she heard her mother calling.

Regina? Are you ready for bed?” Just as she finished the sentence she walked into the room to perform their nightly bedtime ritual.

Yes, Mama.” Regina walked over to her bed and laid down as her mother walked over to her bedside. When she started to pull the covers up over her, Regina asked, “Mama, did you know there was a man doll in the house?”

I completely forgot about him! His name is Jack.”

Oh! That’s a nice name. Lacey is going to love him!”

Well, if you ask me, Jack is more of a ladies man.”

What’s that mean?”

Her mother sat down next to her on the bed and leaned over to brush her hair to the side.

It means he likes lots of women and has a hard time loving just one.”

Regina looked at her mother thoughtfully. “Well, do you know what I think?”

What’s that my darling?”

I think Jack finally found the woman he’s going to settle down with. I’m going to make sure of it!”

Her mother laughed and kissed her on the forehead. “Well, I hope you’re right, Love. You sleep tight now. Sweet dreams.”

Goodnight, Mama.”

Regina closed her eyes as her mother softly walked to the door, turned off the lights, and closed the door with a soft click.

Jack and Lacey sat on the couch staring at each other, both slightly uncomfortable at what Regina had said to her mom.

Well, I’m going to…”

Are you going to…”

They both started talking at the same time and stopped, waiting for the other to start again. Lacey finally laughed, easing some of the tension that was spiraling around the room.

In a soft voice that ran shivers down Jack’s spine, Lacey said, “I’m going to go get ready for the party I hear you’re hosting tonight.”

Word travels fast.”

It’s a small world where we live.” Her winsome smile beguiled him, making it hard to think.

He stood, leaning over to offer her his hand. As she stood, he leaned in and whispered, “The world is as big as you wish.”

She looked into his startling blue eyes and smiled. “I’ll see you in a few hours, Jack. It was so lovely to meet you.”

The pleasure, I can assure you, was all mine.”

He led her to the door with one hand loosely hovering at the small of her back.


It was the same every time. He awoke to an empty house, but the minute he needed something, it was there. He didn’t know if it was just the house that had been created with magic flowing through it, but he took advantage, no matter where it was coming from. There were drinks laid out, the pool was filled with water, and music was playing through the house when he opened up the front door to a multitude of new neighbors.

They all walked around in awe, at first, not quite sure what to make of the new addition to their life and home, but soon they were happily enjoying what was offered. Jack basked in the glow of laughter and voices raised in the excitement of enjoying the company of friends.

He spent most of the time with Lacey by his side and even stole a kiss by the pool as the party was winding down. His head exploded in stars and he thought he would die of complete happiness, but when he opened his eyes, his happiness was standing before him, smiling shyly up at him.

They were inseparable after that first night, not just because Regina kept them together, but because they belonged to each other. Their love lit the whole house and the room around them and everyone else was made happier by the joy they shared.

It all came crashing down a few short months later when Regina took Lacey one day to go on a family outing. Jack was stunned that he was left behind, but happy for Lacey that she was going to experience something new. He paced the whole day and everyone in the room kept their distance, knowing he was suffering but not knowing what to say to make it better.

Jack heard Regina before she flew into the room, wailing and throwing herself on the bed. He was sick. Lacey wasn’t with her.

He waited for Regina to stop crying and when she did, she sat up quickly on the bed and looked his way.

Oh, Jack!” she cried as she ran over and grabbed him to her chest. “I’m so sorry. I accidentally left Lacey on the train and I screamed and screamed for Mama to go back for her, but she wouldn’t, Jack, she wouldn’t go back. And now Lacey is gone forever.”

The crying started all over again and Jack suffered his own pain while held firmly to Regina’s chest as it heaved up and down in agony. After a while, Regina’s mother quietly entered the room and held her daughter as she cried.

It’s okay, Reggie. I know she was your favorite, but she is just a doll. You have so many more!”

Jack didn’t think that would help, and he was right. Regina cried even louder, throwing herself on the bed in a not-quite-tantrum. She was eight years old, after all. Her mother sighed and sat down next to her, patting her back. Regina slowly calmed and finally slept and her mother pulled the covers over her, wiping her brow before walking out of the room.

As is true of eight year old girls, Regina’s grief didn’t last long. Jack, however, was undone. After that night, he never again ventured outside the house on his own. Regina tried helping him move on, but it was no use. Jack’s heart left with Lacey on the day she was taken away and it was still with her wherever she was.

Chuck Wendig threw up his X meets Y challenge this week and I was so excited! I loved this challenge when he did it in January. I tried a random number generator but ended up with something I wouldn’t even know how to write, so I decided to pick it instead. After reading through the choices, I settled on one I thought could make an interesting story. What you have is Toy Story meets The Great Gatsby in a little over 1,800 words. I hope you enjoyed it. I had a blast writing it!


SoCS – Letting go of ‘an eye for an eye’

There is an age old saying that was introduced in the bible that I’m sure everyone is aware of, “An eye for an eye…” and while it might seem at first thought that, yes, this is completely logical; when put into practice, I believe it falls apart. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking. Maybe it would be completely effective and we would have less criminals in the world. I don’t know, and that’s not the debate I want to have on my blog.

I was thinking of it in terms of relationships. You know how you have that thought, “well if he’s not going to call, then I’m not going to call either,” or “he hurt me, so I’m going to hurt him back.” Those are simplified versions of things I’ve thought myself in a relationship, but I believe this is the worst way to handle a relationship or being hurt in a relationship. I think it leads to the end quicker than anything else. It erodes foundations and builds a flimsy tower of resentment and pain that eventually leads to a fatal fall.

What is it in us that makes us want to lash out? To hurt as we’ve been hurt? I think sometimes, it doesn’t come as a rational thought; it’s more of a gut reaction to pain. I think that’s why I started to move towards philosophies that teach awareness because the more you are aware of your thoughts and feelings and what causes them, the easier you can move to the place of thinking before speaking and not immediately lashing out when something painful happens.

It brings to mind a book a therapist recommended to me many years ago called The Solo Partner: Repairing Your Relationship on Your Own by Phil Deluca. At this point, I can’t even tell you if I read the entire book all the way through, but it has resonated with me lately. I think the book introduces ways in which to heal a relationship on your own, but there were things it asked me to do that I wasn’t ready to embrace. One of them was silence. No matter how much pain you feel or what your partner is doing or saying, you react with silence. Anyone who knows me will tell you that’s not something that comes easily for me. In fact, I had a few people in my life tell me I should be a lawyer because when I believe something, I will debate it to death; until me and the other party are bleeding on the altar of our own stances, firm in what we are saying.

In a relationship, this leads to a dark path that doesn’t always, if ever, end well.

I’m not even sure I’m thinking of the book correctly because it’s been so many years, but I believe it teaches personal power. Instead of chasing a fight or chasing someone to give you their love, you take a step back, shut the hell up and let them come to you. It didn’t work in the relationship it was recommended for, but I think it’s a powerful message. It takes two people to fight and if you walk away or are completely nice in the face of anger and pain, the anger on the other side doesn’t have anywhere to go. Or, at least, that’s the idea.

I think what happens is we get defensive. Someone hurts us or says something hurtful and our immediate reaction is to defend, lash out or hurt. What would happen if we sat in silence, without reaction and said “I love you” or something equally as startling in that scenario but no less kind. I’m not sure it always works, but I think it’s worth looking into. It takes two people to fight and if one person in a relationship refuses to, what happens then? That’s not to say you don’t talk about how much what they said hurt you, but in the heat of the moment when you’re facing a fight or flight moment, why fight? Why not stand there and remind the other person of your love and support.

After all, isn’t that what we’re all looking for? Isn’t that where a lot of the anger comes from? That feeling of wanting love and not finding it for whatever reason?

I’m not sure if any of this makes sense or if I’m just blabbering at this point. It could be I have a rose-colored view of the world (it’s something I’ve been accused of), but I would rather have hope and love in my heart than wallow in bitterness, anger, pain and rage. So, I will continue to see the good and look for ways in which to improve my relationships.

This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G Hill. Our prompt today is I/eye/aye. Feel free to click the link and join in the fun.