Session July 5 2014

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We Breathe! We are Flexible!
by CC

Lonnie and Johnnie had been conjoined twins until they were 11 years old.  Their parents had urged them to separate every year on their birthdays for as long as they could remember, and finally, after Dad gave them a pep talk about the facts of life, they caved in and said OK. The operation took 48 hours and drained the operating room of personnel. Their surgeon collapsed from exhaustion afterwards and turned to drink, ruining his career. But the twins were separate at last. The only problem was that some body parts could not be duplicated and Johnnie got the one part that both of them had wanted after Dad’s little talk. Lonnie was bitter. We would have seen more action if we stayed together, he whined to Johnnie, following him around the house. YOU would have, you mean, Johnnie said, you should be grateful for what you’ve got. We breathe! We are flexible!”  Then he shut the door to his new room.

Lonnie's feelings festered for weeks after they got home from the hospital. Dad gave them their own ATVs to celebrate their new independence. Mom gave them helmets and fake weapons so they could pretend they were fantasy characters having a battle. Lonnie was having fantasies, all right, but they weren’t anything Mom would suspect. He made a bomb out of fertilizer and hid it in the engine of his ATV. One day they went out to play. Lonnie raised his weapon and smiled behind his helmet as he gunned his ATV straight towards Johnnie.

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I've been craving meat, she explained nervously.

by RC

You could say that Albert had never quite grown up; that would not be much of a stretch; he was fifty-three, he had never married, and he lived with his mother. She was, however, a wonderful mother, always attentive and considerate of his needs. Alice was a great mother in many ways. The baby crib which Albert had used as a baby still stood in the small room—Albert had graduated to the spare bedroom years  before—and all the things that he had used were still lying in the crib; his teddy bear, his stuffed Mr. Sunshine pillow, and the plastic teething ring. None of these things had been thrown away, because Alice just couldn’t bring herself to dispose of things connected in her memories with so much love.But lately, Albert had felt very put-off by the fact that Alice had not paid him much attention. Every day when he came home from work she was in the kitchen eating, and usually it was a roast or chicken breast or some other meat item that she was stuffing down her mouth. It upset him, because he so looked forward to the evenings, the hugs, the little songs she would sing, and most of all the stories she would tell him before bed time. It had always been this way. But now, everything was different, and Alice would not stop eating long enough to do any of those things.

Finally, Alice did stop—one day when there was no more food in the fridge. She wandered through the house looking for Albert, but could not find him anywhere. Finally, she thought of going into the little room where Albert had spent so much time as a baby. There, to her great amazement, she found him, curled up in the crib with his two stuffed toys in his arms and the pacifier in his mouth. Alice was dumbfounded.

“Why Albert, what on earth are you doing in there?” she asked, noticing that he had also taken off all his clothes, except for his shorts.

“You have no time for Albert,” he mumbled around the pacifier. “No time for Albert,” he repeated, looking totally disconsolate.

“Well, I …I …” Alice really didn’t know what to say. Finally, she hunched her shoulders. “I’ve been craving meat,” she explained nervously.

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"She wrote letters every day but never got a reply.

by PV

The Horticultural Extravaganza would be in a week, and Edith wondered what had gone wrong. Out here in the swamps with no phone service she was reduced to the 2 mile trek through the bush to the rusty mail lock box which was checked by Gillis every third day. Edith wrote letters every day but never got a reply. Surely, getting three letters in multiple discrete batches would alert the committee. She looked at her research again. It was still happening. Inside the caged glass terrarium the orchids were happily gurgling. The few nice bones remaining were being engulfed by the orchid's tenders - a more swift slime mold. One of them raised an eyepod, fixing her with an almost baleful intensity. They resented her curtailment of their expansion. She only hoped those she had sent along with her orchids two weeks ago were behaving themselves.

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She believed in karma and life lessons so very little upset her.

by RMAF

If a foot could tell a story! I walked and worked all over my ranch all day long until my tired and sweaty feet were aching and in pain. Finally I had enough sense to go in. I limped into the house, sat down and took off my dusty shoes and sweaty socks and dropped them onto the floor. There it was, my dirty sock, looking up at me with a yellowing face worn into it! I knew I should have stopped sooner.

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I'm so happy we are leaving the planet in good hands, she said with a smile.

The group stood motionless. Each person lost in his or her own thought. It was so hard to accept that the events of the past half century would come to this. People should have heeded those visionary individuals who researched the changes that were transpiring and foresaw the outcome of those occurrences. Now all would have to accept what was done, was done. They all now turned and filed into the space shuttle. The robots closed and locked the entry hatch, and the engines fired up. The pilot turned on the seat belt sign. The flight attendant faced the crowd. "I'm so happy we are leaving the planet in good hands," she said with a smile.

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"He lived by the Sun. it was his clock, his companion, his sustenance."

by LJD

Early mornings were not Brenda's thing, although since meeting Josh online her life had taken a very exciting new turn. Checking her messages several times a day, she discovered an email from her new man advising her of where he would like to meet in the morning for their third date. "I would like you to meet me at the orange warehouses down by the Harbor at 5:00 a.m. I will be easy to locate as I will be standing outside holding an umbrella. Dress casual my little buttercup. See you then! (smiley face).  Upon her arrival at their designated location, Josh immediately advised her to carry the stack of crates and follow him. "Brenda, a little unsure of the date at this point, said to herself in Josh's defense, because he lives by the Sun, it is his clock, his companion and his sustenance, - he really isn't able to understand dating in the rain.

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I didn't do it, he shouted, slamming his fist on the table so hard it shook.

by AD

"I didn't do it!," he shouted, slamming his fist on the table so hard it shook. Oscar looked around the room at his French co-workers, red in the face and eyes, hair wild and looking very much like a feral beast, and let out a long stream of angry German. Although his co-workers didn't speak much German he could see their eyes widen in anger at the words they could understand. How could they believe I did something like this? Oscar thought as he glared at the men facing him. Oscar worked his whole life and gave up so much for the organization he worked for - and now they accuse him of releasing underground research and reporting illegal activity. He was getting ready to strike the arrogant French men in front of him when he was greeted:  "Guten tag!" said a cheerful young man in his early twenties.

Ezlo was like Oscar's child and brought the older man much cheer and relief. The young Italian's eminence and recent joining of the company kept him out of it's dark secrets. They exchanged German fast. Oscar knew that the accusation could cost him his life and told the man of the exchange and as soon as they finished the French man next to Ezlo placed him in a choke hold. Oscar shot the man and another as he started to pull it out of its holster; he fired fast at the rest of the men and went to the young man crying Agzio! Ezlo! The man wasn't breathing and this was the last thing Oscar saw as he felt a hammering impact on his head as the world faded out. He awoke in the middle of nowhere next to a dead Ezlo. Looking back he saw the broken remains of a car on the horizon. He saw he was covered with dried blood and saw that the young man had bled to death after glass impaled him. Even in his ruin he carried Oscar miles before dropping him to die. Removing his shirt and placing it over the Italian's face, the looked at the road, Recta Tin Tin, and started to walk.