“Go breathe on her.”
“Let’s let nature take its course.”
“We might all be dead by then.”
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At 84, Bob took to talking to his Springer Spaniel. He romped with the dog, ate with the dog, and learned to nap during the day in preparation for his reincarnated life. He died. Bob came back as a cat. Which, was okay because he knew how to outrun a dog. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? No related posts.
Tiptoeing past the sleeping giant, she paused for a peek to make sure his eyes remained closed. She drew closer. Boldly, she touched a closed lid. In an instant, he swept her up, wrapped her in a hug, and sweetly kissed her neck. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? No related posts.
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“I’m bored, dip the Urchin over the side,” pronounced the Captain. “I’m afraid he will sink,” offered the First Mate. “Still, it would top the day,” added the Cook. The boy called the Urchin said nothing. He could cool off, and honestly, he was bored too. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? No related posts.
He started whispering gibberish. Most of it I couldn’t make out except for a few pieces. He plainly said “a fob” and he kept mentioning “weapon protocol.” The second phrase scared me, but the fob piqued my curiosity. What if it could stop all of this craziness? He really didn’t look very good and I needed to figure this out. I grabbed two mugs, filled them with coffee, and found a corner booth to talk things over with Charlie.
The bus broke down five miles outside Kelso on the Joshua tree road near where the train tracks hang on the yellow hills. The few tourists unloaded their bags deciding they would rather walk than stand in the heat. Sally smoothed her pettifor and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat. She would wait in the bus. Twenty minutes later a private stuck his head into the bus and offered a ride and Sally joined the bus driver…
As soon as he said it, a huge gust of wind ripped the roof off the clinic like it was a sardine can and the doctor, sheriff, and the deputy were sucked out in a violent cyclone. The wind tossed Dan into a corner and me under the table where I clung to the legs as the wind tried to pull me out. Then the wind stopped and an eerie silence took over.
“Dan?” I shouted. “Dan? Are you okay?”
I rushed to the corner where Dan lay on his side bleeding from a gash in his head.
“I’m not Dan, but I need your help,” he said. “The army wants to kill me because I invented a way to control the weather.”