The Involution of a Boss in One Week

One of my two- year-old grandsons to his mom last week,
“Me big boss, you little boss.” 😇
A couple of days later,
“ Me tiny boss.” 😏
Last night,
“Me not boss.” 🧐


In Good Hands


In Good Hands
By Rodica Iova

Oh, how much I love you, beautiful.
My heart trembles inside me for the sake of you.
I am your smallest servant, someone called
To watch up in the tower.
I have pledged allegiance to the flag,
So you can lean on me, my Lady.
We are many.
You are in good hands.

The One Hundred Dollar Bills – 2 & 3 –


The wind blew another few bills and spread them on the ground. Spencer picked them up one by one and looked around. They surely belonged to somebody, maybe to the guy sleeping on the shore not far away.

Just to be honest, Spencer knew he wasn’t a perfect guy. He often got drunk, liked a good smoke now and then, nothing too strong, and enjoyed women’s company a lot. However, he had the kind of integrity to give back what didn’t belong to him and help people in need.

“Hey, pal, is this money yours?”

Another hundred bill was fluttering partially caught under the man’s foot.

The guy didn’t answer. Spencer didn’t give up and bent over him. Maybe he was high on something. “Hey, buddy, can you hear me? You lost all this money…” The man didn’t move. Spencer shook him by his shoulder and the guy rolled on his side, uncovering a large bloodstain sucked into the sand.

Then Spencer went into his emergency mode. He searched the guy’s vitals. The stranger didn’t have a pulse. Spencer pulled up the stranger’s shirt and saw a big wound in his abdomen. He knew what to do. He called 911 and performed mouth-to-mouth resuscitation for the next 3 minutes until the lifeguard came and took over without success. A couple of police cars arrived and the law enforcement secured the perimeter. Two fire trucks blocked the streets and the whole area was filled with police officers in no time. The ambulance was waiting for the detectives to finish with their work and take the body to the morgue.

Spencer gave his first declaration at the scene and handed the money to the detective who was writing the report.

“Death by stabbing with a sharp object, maybe a kitchen or a butcher knife.”

“Butcher knife?’ Spencer asked pretty animated. “My new roommate is a butcher.”

“And where is your roommate now, sir?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was still sleeping in his room when I came to the beach this morning. I didn’t check.”

“Do you mind if we go and talk to him, sir?”

“It’s all right. Maybe it’s the best if we walk. I live two minutes away.” Spencer really didn’t want the neighbors to see him coming out of the police car.

“Let’s walk, then,” the detective approved, and one officer joined them.

The young man grabbed his surfboard and walked back to the cottage. The sun was pretty strong already. Spencer turned the key in the keyhole and stepped inside in silence. The policemen pulled out their weapons and made a sign to the young man to wait outside. Spencer went outside and walked around the house, stopping under his roommate’s open window.

Next second, the butcher landed on top of him, crashing him to the ground.

“What’s wrong with you, man?”

Jeb was totally wasted. He remained flat on the dirt and mumbled, “No one makes fun of me on social media. No one. I have nine hundred followers and this guy mocks me all the time. Not anymore.” The detective cuffed him easily. “I’m arresting you under the suspicion of murder. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say may be used against you in the court of law.” The second police officer was holding a plastic evidence bag with the knife.

Spencer followed the small cohort to the street. “This guy seemed normal,” he confessed to the detective. “He was supposed to bring me his background check today or tomorrow. Paid his first and last months, has a job, never uses the kitchen. Cool. I assure you, he looked normal. I had him in my house for three days.”

Waiting for the police car to come, Jeb sat down on the sidewalk. “Would you call my boss and tell him I can’t go to work today?”

“We’ll take care of that at the station, sir.”

The butcher spat on the ground. “I really didn’t want to kill that guy. I wanted to scare him, that’s it. He pulled a knife, I pulled my knife and…” A trace of saliva made its way on the man’s chin. “Do you have a beer?”


A police car stopped in front of them and the officers helped the man get in the back with no problem. The atmosphere was calm and the street was quiet, only the new guy watching from the second floor of the next door house shouted, “If you need a lawyer, call me! Chris Andrew. My number is online.”

“Yeah,” Spencer yelled back, “they will give him a personal laptop at the station.”

The neighbor closed the window.

Spencer dragged himself to the neighborhood store to get something to eat and a six-pack. He still had a month to find a new roommate.


The End

The One Hundred Dollar Bills -1-



I didn’t forget about finishing my mystery book “The House”. I am glad that many of you enjoyed reading it and I promise I’ll work on finishing what I’ve started and post it here.

Now, here is a prize for YOU, my readers who enjoy mystery by the beach.

I’m ready to publish my latest short mystery story on Kindle. However, because you are part of my team, I’m posting it here for you to read it for free.

“The One Hundred Dollar Bills” comes in 3 installments.

– Part One –

The One Hundred Dollar Bills

Short Mystery Story


Rodica Iova


A Dash of Suspense and Humor


It was almost dawn on the Balboa Peninsula when Spencer looked in his fridge. Even though he was sure he wouldn’t find anything to eat, only some leftovers from 8 days ago. He knew the right number of days because that was when Julia left, for good. Jeb the butcher, his new roommate, didn’t use the fridge.

Spencer ate at work when he finished his night shift an hour ago, but he would really enjoy a snack, a piece of cheese or something before going surfing.

He gulped down a bottle of water and put on the wetsuit. Spencer was kind of tired from work, but he knew going in the water would make him feel better. One of his buddies called him “depressed” the other day, but Spencer didn’t want to admit that. Julia wasn’t the only girl who left him, and he always moved on with the light speed.

The breeze picked up and he liked the brisk through his long hair. The surfboard was in the alley between the houses and the man walked to the end of the street carrying it on a side. The waves rocked the immensity of the water in a calm sequence. It was 7 AM and he could see a few surfers quite a distance from the shore.

A seagull was eating something on the sand and didn’t move when he put down his surfboard close to it. Then he saw and marveled. The feathered creature was pecking into a bill, a one-hundred-bill.

Spencer smiled at such unexpected fortune. “Hush! Go away!” As he bent down to pick up the money, the bird didn’t let go. It moved away and continued making holes in the valuable paper.

“Where did you get that?” Spencer stretched his leg to dab the bird, when a new seagull crossed his way flying with another bill in its beak. “This is crazy! Who brings such amount of cash to the beach?” The man could feel his body getting tense as the adrenaline kicked in.

He got nearer to the bird that was pecking on the money and tried to catch it. Sadly, the seagull flew away with a piece of the bill. Spencer picked up the fragments left on the sand and chuckled, “Easy come, easy go…” Then he saw the paper was stained in red. The intense color stayed on his fingers and he realized it was blood. That explained why the seagulls tried to eat it.


(To be continued)

How to Ruin Your Thanksgiving Day

DO YOU KNOW how to ruin your Thanksgiving experience? Because when I was a few years old I ruined many good meals for my family, and they ruined many for me.

Kids at the Thanksgiving table, especially if they are tired, sick, on sugar or starving for attention, whine and cry and are picky eaters. 
I heard so many, “You can go and play when you finish your green beans or glazed carrots.” Meanwhile, all the cousins around play and have fun, while you have an unhappy child kept captive and crying at the table.

Bringing up politics, the midterm elections, the borders, “the left” and “the right” may ruin everybody’s Thanksgiving as well. Making a point may not be worthy if your brother and his family leave unexpectedly. If uncle George has something to say about the president, ask him to discuss that after the party.

Turn your Thanksgiving in a sweet time that everybody would remember. Do you know that, when family pray together for a special need, right there on Thanksgiving, you may see miracles? 
Is aunt Becky suffering from back pain? 
Are cousins Jim and Jill longing to have a baby? 
Is nephew Bob stressed out because of his LSAT test?
Family, pray together. You will see God stepping in and bringing His favor over everybody around the table.

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

One Delight per Week


SATURDAYS WERE SCHOOL days for me and work days for mom and dad. Anyway, there was that sweet feeling in our hearts that, after coming home from school and work, we would have one day and a half just for ourselves. From 8AM-12 at noon, that was the shortest school day of the week. Even the teachers were more relaxed in the classroom and never asked us to do big projects or tests on Saturdays.

When my parents worked first shift together – which happened every other week – I knew they would be late home. Because they would do grocery shopping on their way home. During the week, the shopping for food was limited to fresh bread and vegetables, but on Saturdays and maybe on Sundays was different, when we had the money. They stayed in long lines to get meat for our Sunday meal and cold cuts for my lunches for school.
We were blessed to have my grandparents from my mother’s side who sustained us with food basics from the village.

I was playing outside with my friends on our beautiful street that had a wide area of grass, flower gardens and maple trees all along from one end of the street to the other.Then I would see my parents walking at home with heavy bags reaching down to their ankles, and barely keeping their balance. That was a good sign, a sign that we were rich.

And I got to be the envy of my friends that day.

The Midterm Elections 2018


DON’T FRACTURE your relationships over politics. At the end of the day, you don’t move out to live with your favorite politician. After these midterms you’ll still eat at the same table with your spouse, have your in-laws visiting to see your kids, go and see your mom when your siblings are present and ache when your cousin is in the hospital. When passionate conversations arise, you be the wise one to keep silence when the back-and-forth words gain too much weight. Life is more than this.