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.
I was going through some of my old papers, tossing out things I don’t need or will never have time to read. While doing this, I ran across something I wrote for New Years 2008. It was how I wanted my life to be and is written as though it’s already happened, since that’s supposed…
Saturday, I went on a 3 mile walk with Java. It took me 90 minutes at my relatively slow pace. I spent a lot of time working on getting Java to heel. I usually let her walk in front of me as, honestly, I just get tired of yelling at her to heel and jerking…
Saturday, I gathered with friends to make jewelry. It was my friend Sue’s idea to invite people to her house, set up trays full of beads and other odds and ends from her collection for people to use, plus people brought their own stash to play with. This is my stash. You’d think perhaps the…
I dream of the day I wake up and words pour freely out of my head, I suddenly grasp depth of field and know how to perfectly operate all the settings on my camera, and I ride my bike effortlessly up a hill of slippery snow and zig zag through trees without holding my breath.
I was going to shutdown my blog today. Spare anyone who reads this from watching me crash and burn. I’m feeling unfit for human consumption. I swore I wouldn’t let myself act like a victim ever again, but lack of sleep has left me open to emotions and thoughts I didn’t think I’d ever experience…
“The neighbors wanted stacks of MISSING posters for every person they lost, even themselves. Missing: former self. Distinguishing marks: expectations of fame, ability to demand love. Last seen wearing: hopeful expression, uncomfortable shoes.” ~ Thunderstruck & Other Stories by Elizabeth McCracken Do you ever feel like you have lost your former self and would like…
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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??