What kind of Pet?_Coming Home_He Said, She Said..._The Drifter
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What kind of Pet?
Gerald looked confused; it was a look that often crossed his coarse features. Teague told him; “I said that they took Pecht from her, not that they took her pet”. The third man who was larger still than both of the other two large men looked at the interaction with a slight smile on his plain, serious face.Gerald spoke once again; “well what kind of pet did the cook lady keep? Was it a dog, a cat, a rabbit?” Teague slowly shook his head as the bruiser continued with his not quite tirade; maybe it was a speech, it was at least said with conviction.Gerald had more to say. “my little sis kept a r...
Coming Home
Months ago I’d let him go; let him go to serve in the army. To fight for what’s right. He’d been called to serve, to fight for our country, and I had no choice but to let him go. He had no choice but to go. And now, almost one and a half years later, he is still not home. I remember the day he’d gone.Jesse was leaving in 2 hours. I packed him a bag with clothes and the rationed food that we had, not knowing how long it would last him. We were spending every last second together, making the most of our shared time left. Soon the time came for him to leave and I cried my eyes out, refusing to l...
He Said, She Said...
Week 10 Write a conversation that takes place between two people who refuse to say what they mean.He Said, She SaidThey say men are from Mars, and women are from Venus, but in this marriage, there was something even more far out about the language between Casey and Leanne. She considered herself articulate; on the part of the chart as an expressive, always willing to explain and narrate with purpose her decisions. He was more educated, and considered himself to be an expressive but really wasn’t. He asked a league of inane questions over and over that were it seems to be for problem solving, b...
The Drifter
There were more stars over head then he could ever remember seeing in the night sky before, but then again he couldn’t remember much of anything since he’d left San Antonio. The thought of that comforted him and he smiled. He reached into his pack and pulled out a half empty bottle of cheap whiskey and he took a long swig straight from the bottle. He quickly returned it and continued his slow march down State rd. 89A. At least he new where he was going. Might not remember how he had managed to get this far but he did have a destination in mind and that dogged determination carried him through ...