Oh Fiddle Sticks
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
This is my fourth post about taking a writing class with Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew at the Madeline Island School of the Arts (MISE). Journal Entry from Thursday, August 1, 2013 August… How can this be?! One true month of summer left, if we’re lucky. In the Midwest, the length of summer is a crapshoot. Last…
The Grungy Grays sometimes walk through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on a hodge podge of mountain bikes, road bikes, and falling apart bikes, their graying hair flashing like sparks in the moonlight…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
Clutter. That’s what I’ve been dealing with lately. Not just at home, but at work where piles and piles of documents that people drop off lie on my desk in stack upon stack upon binder upon folder upon bin upon stack. Obviously, I’m a bit behind. I’m not sure that being so swamped is all…
I jot notes everywhere – on scraps of paper, on the notepad on my iPhone and iPad, and in numerous other applications and software. Words are strewn everywhere and nowhere. Thoughts unfold quickly, then recoil into a ball like a pillbug that’s been touched. Is it fear that interrupts my train of thought? Fear that…
My friend Lynn is doing a 10 day writing challenge, while I am on the third day of my “however long it takes” manure scoop-along. Anyone want to join me? I’ll spare you more poop photos, but I finished along the side of the barn and the corner alongside the run-in. And right now…
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This story has really got legs girl, keep pecking away at it until some new turn presents itself.
Hmmm, perhaps Lucy could temporarily disable her husband somehow, enough to slow him down? Kick him in the crotch? Maybe during the struggle for the gun, he loses his balance and hits his head, and it takes him an extra few seconds to get up? Maybe Lucy fires a warning shot to keep him back, and it hits his car so that he can’t follow?
I hope we get to read the whole story someday!
OK…how about this. Using the gun, she forces her husband into the basement (or another place) and locks the door before she takes off. Too bad she doesn’t have some handcuffs to hook him to something. As soon as she gets in the car she should call the police and say she is being followed by a car so they can catch him.
This would be such fun.
Is it too Hollywood to have the dog regain its strength and do some damage to bad man to slow him down?
I’m with the Dog Geek. I think that Lucy needs to disable her husband somehow. Disable his vehicle, break his glasses (make him almost blind without them), or something.
And, please let the dog survive, even if he doesn’t regain his strength and stop the bad man right then. He/she needs to survive for the sake of my soul!
Java looks totally wore out, poor baby. Hope ya fared better. Love the necklace, it makes me giggle.
Have a great day…you and Java get some rest!!!
Thanks for visiting me Maery! I think she could get the gun by a knee to the nads/kick in the side of the head move, then he’d be down and she could take his keys and fling them into the woods or take them with her or something. If she really gets him down for a brief count, she could grab the dog too– who will survive right? RIGHT??