Conquering catatonia_Long Time No See_Party Planning_Sawhorse
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Conquering catatonia
He lay across the breakfast table, locked in uncontrollable rigidity. His head was turned to one side and the unchewed food bulged in his cheeks. She jumped up, once again on red alert. “Jimmy, Jimmy” she called as she immediately shook his shoulders to sit back up. He didn’t respond. With the confidence of a pro, she pressed on his chin, opening his mouth and in one fluid movement cleared the contents onto the side plate in front. Jimmy returned to the room from his trancelike state, as if on cue, awakening back to the present. He glanced around and realising his breakfast was no longer ...
Long Time No See
Long Time No See“Well, look who finally showed up!”“Hi Steve. Hi Andy. Long time no see.” “You got that right, Dean. Nice of you to join us. Steve, move that chair round for Dean.” “Gosh, I’ve really missed you guys. How are things?”“In the circumstances, things are pretty good. Steve and I have had time to check out the facilities and it looks like this place has everything we need.”“Yeah, Andy got here first and made enquiries about what was available and where to go for things. Snooker, golf, five-star dining, swimming pool, kart racing and, lots of very pretty ladies. It’s fantastic. We we...
Party Planning
"Did Mom respond yet?""Dude, it's been two minutes. Relax.""I know it's been two minutes, but I have things to do today. Not all of us are freelancers, you know.""I get that, but it's our mother. You can afford to take one long lunch break twww.onedoor.cco help me organize her retirement party. Also, I do work on occasion.""Pfft, yeah, I'd hardly call rolling out of bed and pushing a few buttons 'working'.""Carter, you're a computer programmer. Isn't that, like, your whole job?""Yeah, but I wear real pants while doing it.""Hey, I wear real pants!""Shelby, Lulu leggings aren't real pants, no matter how much ...
Sawhorse
It seemed like the old car had grown another inch last night. Arthur Jones had already tried to climb into the vehicle twice, but with no success. Gearing up for a third attempt, he gripped the steering wheel, planted his cane in the ground, and swung a leg up with feigned vigor. He failed to reach the running board yet again, so he sulked away, too breathless and defeated for another try.He trudged away from the car and sat on the bench that he had built nearly 20 years ago. The design was his own, made with thick oak legs and heavy slats to support himself, his wife, and the many grandkids t...