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 |   Theses are my thoughts and ramblings as I forge my way through this thing they call life. |
| Today's blogs.... 30 Day Blogging Challenge – Jan. 3 Creation Saturday - Creation Saturday: Concoct secret plans. I decided to combine this with the Daily Flash fiction contest so that I have an entry for I Write - December, January, February this week. I have been negligent over Christmas and was not able to get up the gumphon to submit anything for the last two weeks. Now I need to to stay in the running. So here is my wee attempt at secret plans.... I have no idea what they are.... but they are important and secretive. Flash fiction Prompt - Prompt for 1/3 Write a story that includes the line: "Get out and don't come back" He handed me the packet and looked me dead in the eye. In a voice horse with disuse and caution he whispered, "get out and don't come back." I took the packet and nodded. "You must make it to the Embassy. Get out.... and don't come back." With a final look, he nodded then turned and headed back the way he had come his body making his progress slow. It was almost painful to watch. I fought the urge to call him back. To tell him to come with me, but I knew it would be pointless. I needed to move and swiftness was my friend, he would only slow me down and that would jeopardize the mission. I slipped the packet into the inside of my jacket and headed into the shadows. Keeping to the edges of the darkness that kept me hidden from view. Several times I stopped to let the sound of sirens build and my tensions with it, but as they passed and their screeching fell away, I resumed my pace and my heart settled back into its already heightened rhythm. I had almost made it to the Embassy when I heard footsteps in a rapid staccato behind me. With a final jolt of adrenaline, I leaped into a run. Fearing that looking back would be my undoing. I screamed for the guards to let me through. I waved my passport. Shots fired and I felt the searing heat of a bullet pierce my upper arm. I kept running. The guards took aim and fired back at my assailant. Another bullet torn into my leg and I stumbled. The closest guard grabbed me and pulled me into the compound. "I need to get out and never come back," I whispered as darkness began to close over me. "You'll make it." I heard just as I let myself go.  Blog City – Day 305 Prompt:Tell us about your night routine. What is one thing you could never imagine changing about it? Night routine... the only thing I would not change is getting into bed and closing off the lights so I can settle in to sleep. I have no problems with falling asleep. My only touch of anxiety comes when my husband is on nights and is not in the house. Then I need to turn on the TV before I turn out the lights so that it acts as a 'night light'. I turn the volume way down, say 'God will keep me safe." and then I roll over, flip out the bedside light and drift off. It was easier when we still had the dog, but the only thing I changed was saying "God will keep us safe" to use myself. I often add to make sure my husband gets home safely as well. I used to have a routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth, but sometimes I am just too tired to do all that... I do the basics and leave it at that. |
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