Here’s this week’s challenge:
Write the first thing that comes to mind when you read this line: Bad news cures all things.
Nightly, the fog seemed to shroud the forlorn vineyards in the late springs and early summers near
And why did she feel so sad? She had a wonderful (though sometimes absent and preoccupied) husband, three beautiful daughters, and wonderful friends. Nevertheless, she felt alone. She lived in a real house– nothing like the trailer her parents still call home, and that counted for something. The plumber – I forgot to call her. I have to remember to call her tomorrow,
After a while,
Early the next morning,
“I’m so sorry, Tim! What happened?”
“Shit, happened, honey!” And he continued to mop the raw sewer out the back door.
“Oh, god, Tim! I forgot to call the plumber yesterday! I didn’t know it was this bad! I am sooooo sorry!!”
“You can’t always know,
“Well, chances are that Joanie will come out right away now. That’s good, right?”
“Yeah, it looks like you’re finally gonna get that new kitchen floor that you’ve wanted too. Tell Joanie she’s gonna have to drain the septic tank. And just be thankful that we have a bathroom downstairs, honey, otherwise we might be mopping the ceilings upstairs.” Then he went back to his mopping.
How did he do that?
Later that morning after
Gloria practically begged to keep the kids for a few nights – she wouldn’t dream of allowing the girls to be around an open trench. Just last week after it had been raining for several days straight, a local toddler fell into a swollen, normally dry, creek. Searchers didn’t find the body until the next morning.