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.
“When the storm broke, the world was changed. Flat rocks dotted the pasture with their damp shine, scattered on a hillside that looked like a mud finger painting.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver, “Flight Behavior”
Yes, I can certainly tell that it’s almost Halloween. The gremlins are out and they seem to have something against my mailbox about this time every year. Although, it’s not just me. All the way down the road, there were other dented mailboxes and some must have been knocked clean off as they were bungy-corded…
Writing is like planting a garden and waiting for the emergence of something green. The one who plants is bent over the dirt. She takes off her gloves as they are stifling hot and place too much between her and the earth — rich, damp, and deep. She brushes a mosquito from her arm, leaving…
Today has been a tough day. I was writing a post about my old dog, Willow, but couldn’t summon the energy or feeling to make it work. I’m so worried about screwing up at my job right now. I work as part of a team to implement a new software system throughout the company. Our…
Once upon a time, Sam and Serena Swan lazily paddled along the shore of iama island. Snow and ice rimmed the shore like salt on the rim of a margarita glass. Or so Sam had described the scene to Serena. Sam is so romantic, she thought, gazing at his glossy white feathers with her black…
Don’t let your goal of telling a story mean that you are buried in a notebook, computer, or camera. Don’t let telling a story blind you from living the story. Be sure to spend as much time looking for real instead of through the lens of your creation…
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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??