Sirens blaring, they hunkered down in the shelter until the “all clear”. They emerged with blinking eyes and found a neighborhood unrecognizable, everything demolished. What havoc Mother Nature can wreak. Grateful that this time nobody died, they will fix the broken things.
Wearing nothing but a sheer apron and stilettos, Barbara cooked dinner. The doctor must be crazy, but those little blue pills didn’t work for Bob. Feasting his eyes on her when he entered the kitchen, he declared…
Their job complete, my socks now lay crumpled by my bed. Protectors from the cold sheets, they kept my feet warm until the toastiness of sleep prevailed. Cast aside now, they are on guard against becoming victims of doggie tug of war.
It’s annual raffle time. One dollar per guess for the date that Eliot Lake’s largest icicle will melt. But don’t bother. The town fortune teller always wins. This year she declares March 17 the date, and the puddle will mysteriously be green.