Sigh
Does this follow the storyline????
by compound complex 36 Replies latest jw friends
Sigh
Does this follow the storyline????
"Be careful, Janet! He's always been a light sleeper!" She barely stopped herself from speaking aloud. If Brad woke up, there would be no denying she'd made that second key. Both the sheriff and the 24-hour locksmith would be on their way in an instant. Let him start dreaming again, then she could let herself out as quietly as she let her self in when she heard the shower start. Let Brad keep on thinking Oozy's the one that's been into those papers on his desk...
A cautious pair of feet tiptoed soundlessly across the floor while hazel deep-set eyes watched the supine figure on the bed.
Brad snorted and mumbled something incoherent; the intruder froze ...
As Brad rolled over to embrace the coolness of the pillow's edge, something flickered at the edge of his consciousness. But no, the seduction of his dreams pulled him back in.
bttt for Ziddina.
Ziddina, where are you?
Sylvia
Hi, Snowbird, Hi beksbks, Hi Mr. Flipper, Hi everyone else!
Gemme a few minutes... I like "Open Mind's" response the best... End of story...
Zid
(Just kidding - sort of... Gimme a few hours to think about it...)
I like your ending, Flipper!
Hmm. In Mr. Flipper's story, Brad isn't a very good pet owner... Poor cat, no litter box!!!
"In his haste to hit the sheets, Brad forgot to check under the bed and in the closet...."
This had been long tradition in Brad's house as he was growing up. His parents had treated him to the nightly search, crawling around on their knees with a flashlight, peering under the bed and sorting through the closet for 'monsters' - which also conveniently gave Mrs. Jenkins the opportunity to pull out any of Brad's clothes that needed laundering...
The game had gotten old, however, when Brad was six. His parents were having - let us say, difficulties - and the nebulous threat of fantasy 'monsters' under the bed paled next to the very real threat of his parents' divorce.
In desperation, Brad had asked for a flashlight for his seventh birthday. His father dropped by on one of 'his' weekends, and handed Brad the badly wrapped package.
Brad had stared hopefully up at his father, who was impatient to get back to his shiny, new, red Mustang convertible, and the fresh new blond decorating the passenger seat of the car...
"Brad had stared hopefully up at his father..."
His father had grunted a quick "Happy Birthday, kid!", then shifted on his feet and looked at his watch. Brad's face twitched; he wouldn't let his father see him cry!
Mrs. Jenkins had come out of the small frame house wearing a sour expression of jealousy. "And just who is that?!?" she demanded. Mr. Jenkins had been as quick with his salvo. "Someone who sees me as more than just a weekly paycheck!" he snapped back. Mrs. Jenkins squalled, "You're taking her out to some expensive restaurant, aren't you? And me and Brad left with nothing more than a few cans of beans in the house!"
Mr. Jenkins looked thunderous. "I'm making the house payments and paying over a thousand a month to keep you in groceries! It's not my fault that you're a lousy cook!"
Mrs. Jenkins dissolved in tears. Mr. Jenkins gave her a disgusted look and turned on his heel, walking to his sharp new car with the pretty blond, without one backward look for his son.
That night, Brad had to use the flashlight for the first time... Fortunately, it had come with batteries included...