Overhead light switch on... She moved into the small kitchen. Her eyes scanned the room. Noticed a long narrow string-like object protruding from under the small kitchen serving console...Was it...?
Mouse traps were set earlier in the evening. Wait...Did it move? Is the intruder trying to escape? Halted by the trap? Trying to elude entrapment? Hindered by its inquisitive proboscis?
The action was now near the back door. The woman reached for the folded umbrella in the “catch” basket. It had a spear-like crown. She assumed a battle stance. Stabbed at the mouse. Plunged the sharp top edge into the creature. Dragging it to the back entrance. Over the doorsill. Flipping it onto the back deck.
The intruder landed under-side up. Showing its fierce front teeth. A mouse doesn’t growl, does it? But, this varmint did growl, didn’t it? The pest did wind up DEAD...RIGHT?
MEET--THE MOUSE SLAYER!!!
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The little blond girl sprinted across the airport waiting room. She appeared to be about age 4. Dressed in a charming pink frock. She pulled her matching pink suitcase by its long handle. Likely the case was to mimic the popular adult carry-on suitcase of the child’s parent.
What an enticing picture opportunity! But, the camera was inside the observer’s luggage. Not readily accessible.
Lamenting the lost picture was useless. So, how to solve the dilemma? Little time...the little girl had returned on the fringe of the crowd. Then, gone again.
In a flick of an eyelash, the little girl disappeared in the busy airport crowd. Gone was the enticing image. Only a memory remained.
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The elderly woman was sitting at a picnic table in a public park pavilion. A serene face. Staring aloft. Classic features. Hands folded beneath her chin. Her royal purple full-length sweater gave her a queenly appearance.
The reverie dissolved as her gaze met mine.
Her huge blue eyes seemed to cast a spell. What was this enticement? She must have come from somewhere...? Was it Poland? Germany? Russia?
“I came from just outside London.” Her accent was definitely British.
As we chatted, we became friends. Found many similarities.
Then, it was time to leave the park. Too soon, we parted...like “two ships passing in the night”...leaving nary a trace.
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A single number becomes a two digit one. Route #2 becomes #22. Curious. There is Route #66. A two-lane ribbon that stretches most of the way from Chicago to the U.S. west coast. One of the original U.S. highways of 1926.
Let’s not forget Interstate 55. And, there’s I-44 and I-333.
Makes a person wonder if there were road signs for the “Man from Galilee” as He walked to the seashore...
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MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone and a glorious 2013 NEW YEAR!!