Session December 21, 2013

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"They were preparing for trouble."
by PV

I know it's that time of the year - fall, getting ready for winter - and nuts! I'm an expert pine conist. I can bite and drop hundreds of cones a day. My main problem is that after stashing the cones in perfect hiding places, I forget where I put them. Horror of horrors! My nearest of relations had been super busy despite their endless chattering. It was the arrival of those vagabond revelers from the south - those garishly tufted bandits who disdained working in the heights but instead - stole- yes stole our hard won gains. I'd warned Eliza about the upcoming battle. They were preparing for trouble. Still, what else could I do on this warm, fall day beneath a stripped pine? Snooze while one can, rest before going into the breach. A little early to sing, "I just go nuts at Christmas."



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 "There had never been so many of them in one place before."
by RMAF

I'm the girl in cowgirl boots, braids and cowgirl hat in Campo, California where my husband and I live on 40 mountainous acres out in ranchland country. My husband has a bulldozer and two tractors. He feels very in control and powerful riding upon the metal monsters. He loves to bury and cover things up - motorcycles, bikes, furniture, old rocks and bones, trash, dead farm animals, deceased pets, old trees, used barn straw - you know, everything he thinks we don't need anymore. But when I found this skeleton with his very nasty and bad stepfather's ring still on the fingerbone, he had gone too far. I tried to tell the very nasty and bad stepfather he should be nicer to us, but he would never listen to me.

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"July had passed before the plum tree bore any fruit."
by CC

Richard and Paul had married the same woman. Richard knew her as Linda while Paul called her Tilly. Her real name was Hortense but she liked playing the name game. And she liked playing the husband game too. One day she made a mistake with her calendar and both Richard and Paul met her at Starbucks for an espresso. Richard was upset at first but Paul thought it was a hoot. They ended up being good friends and didn't spend much time with Hortense. She turned to gardening in frustration and planted a plum tree early in the year. Paul and Richard were going out to Home Depot together and they started fishing too. They were spending all their free time together. Hortense felt bad, as if her little game had been turned against her. She brooded until summer. July had passed before the plum tree bore any fruit. Then she packed her bags and left. Richard and Paul came home with a huge fish and found her gone. They baked a plum pie to go with the fish. It wasn't any good. Without Hortense, they didn't feel united in friendship any longer. Richard left. Paul threw out the leftovers which went smelly overnight. A feral cat knocked over the trashcan and finished off the fish. He was the reincarnation of a socialist English professor and wine snob who cheated on his wife. Somewhere in his tiny wildcat brain he thought Pinot Grigio would go well with this.