Awww ... Ziddina!
Sylvia
Please add to this story ...
by compound complex 36 Replies latest jw friends
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compound complex
Dearest Friends:
I've just tuned in ... YOU'RE INCREDIBLE! After I recover from my body-wracking sobs, I may say more. In this case, however, less is more....
Much love and appreciation,
CoCo
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snowbird
CoCo!!!
Sylvia
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restrangled
In his haste to hit the sheets, Brad forgot to check under the bed and in the closet.....
The hangers were askew, which reminded him there were clothes in the dryer and there was dust under the bed creating tumbleweeds. As he tried to drift off, the thoughts of these minuscule problems kept him from falling into the escape of sweet dreams.
Brad slowly threw back the covers, slid his legs over the side of the bed, and with a sigh marched out to get the swiffer, suddenly realizing this wasn't really the problem. What had happened during the day to create this obsession with dust bunnies? What details had he not taken care of?
The murder had gone perfectly, certainly no DNA was left behind. Every detail was taken care of, except what? Something was wrong.
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ziddina
Body-wracking sobs??? Sheesh, I hope you're feeling well... As to poor Brad's troubles, no one has perfect parents, and Brad's are unfortunately typical of people in the midst of a divorce - hurt, somewhat self-centered and unfeeling, too wrapped up with their troubles - and in the case of Mrs. Jenkins, probably feeling very unloved and unattractive... Brad's getting lost in the shuffle...
Which provides psychic energy that can produce paranormal phenomena... Zid
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ziddina
Haw! I like the direction that Restrangled is taking for the story !!! Zid
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compound complex
Thanks, Ziddy!
Restrangled and Mr. Flipper are both neatniks [didn't want to say clean freaks!] Open Mind's cartoon is priceless. All the additions are terrific. Thanks for yours.
CC
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palmtree67
For GL Tirebiter:
Janet wasn't taking it anymore. She had made up her mind - Brad had treated her like a fool for the last time. She crept to the side of the bed and slowly lifted his arm. It felt like dead weight and she knew he was deep in REM now. Glass of warm water in hand, she gently placed his hand inside, set it on the nightside table, and chuckled to herself as she backed out of the room......
She couldn't wait til tomorrow night.....
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ziddina
"That night, Brad had to use the flashlight for the first time... Fortunately, it had come with batteries included..."
Brad tried to interest his mom in playing the game again, but she simply sat limply at the kitchen table, as soggy with tears as the sponge by the sink. Brad slowly went up the stairs to his little bedroom; the oak stairs creaked a bit as he took each worn step, pausing to hope that his mother would follow him, then ascending to the next one and waiting in vain there, too.
Finally, he was at the landing outside his bedroom door. He tore off the cheap paper and looked at the flashlight. He tugged open the heavy plastic and inserted the two "C" batteries included in the package. Then he turned it on, shining the light experimentally upon the walls and ceiling. It was one of those heavy-duty, hardware-store-style flashlights; black and copper, with a bright, blue-white beam. Not at all as friendly as his little "Ranger Dan" flashlight with the golden glow...
He opened his bedroom door cautiously, shining the light inside as he stepped across the threshold. Ordinary objects leapt out at him, made larger and unfamiliar by the dancing shadows that accompanied them. His coat hanging on the back of his chair loomed large as a Yeti against the bedroom's white walls; his clothes trunk at the foot of his bed seemed to scuttle across the room like some armored prehistoric beast. He found the overhead light switch and flicked it on.
Everything in the room returned instantly to normal. The coat was just another garment that his mother demanded he hang up; the trunk another piece of furniture she complained about having to dust. Brad sat down on his bed, feeling a bit deflated. Even the scary stuff was more - interesting, if he thought about it - than the banal details of his ordinary life. He walked over to his homework desk, and prepared his English assignment without much enthusiasm.
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GLTirebiter
@palmtree
Damn this weather! $250 an hour for a mediator, and now I'm going to be late! Brad fumed at the long line of brake lights setting the freezing drizzle aglow. Working out this settlement was taking a toll on him, but incontinence? Nothing had ever been that stressful, not even two National Guard tours in Iraq.
First the traffic, then Janet and her pit-bull lawyer, and then back home to those soiled sheets waiting in the bathtub because there was no time to launder them this morning. Concentrate, Brad! Worry about that later!Think now, how do she and that lawyer always stay a step ahead?
The anti-lock brakes shuddered on the freezing pavement as he slowed for the parking lot of the mediation center. He recognized Janet's Accord, her lawyer's Lexus, and Marc's Subaru. That new Escalade by the door must be the mediator's. Great, 30 minutes late so I'm making another Cadillac payment! Marc met him at the door, with yet another stack of legal-size paper in his hand. "Brad, we need to talk before you go in. I don't know where they came up with this..."