THOUGHT OF THE DAY:

10> You have a reserved parking space with your name on it — at traffic court.

9> You spend an inordinate amount of time scraping hair and bone out of your front grille.

8> You get more unwanted tickets than friends and family of the Detroit Tigers.

7> After less than 10 minutes in your car, Saddam and his sons change their minds and now “feel like walking to Jordan.”

6> Your family already has a roadside cross ready to mark the inevitable spot.

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Sorry I wasn’t able to post. My internet was down. Anyway, here’s another piece:

This couldn’t be happening!  We only had another thirty-seconds before it was all over.  And yet, the small white door – the one with intricate paneling that marked it as the target – remained closed.  It had all seemed so, so … so simple when me and my companion were two floors above, ready for insertion.  Nevertheless, the only thing we didn’t predict, the only thing we couldn’t predict, sat there, mocking us: a chunky, plain black lock that sharply contrasted with the rest of the room.  If you looked anywhere else besides that jeering door you would see the colors that sprung at us from everywhere – all shades of oranges, pinks and greens.  You could easily imagine children leaping from sofa to sofa, jumping on the many tables and bookcases, banging on the tie-dyed walls.  Yet we weren’t interested in memories that had never been.  All we wanted was-

“Got it!”
Jumping inside the claustrophobic little room that served as a pantry, I grabbed the bright blue bag.

“Team B, hold off, we have them.  We’re coming up.”  I whispered into the walkie-talkie.

“Come.  On.  Already!  We have to move!” muttered my comrade.  Sprinting up the staircase, we soon reached the safety of our bright yellow headquarters.  Before long, the sound of rips and tears filled the room.

“Crunchy.”

“Sweet.”

“Salty.”

Turning towards the rest of my sisters-in-arms, I sighed in relief, finally having succeeded in our mission.

“Pretzel M&M’s.”

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So? What do you guys think? Leave a comment, and don’t forget to subscribe!

Sincerely, Lemons

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2 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Freedom, by the way on March 8, 2011 at 9:22 am

    Lemons, I’ve lost track of where this segment comes in. Can you start posting back links to the prior posts where a story left off? You have a lot of works in progress on this site (and that’s great) but I am easily befuddled. I have no idea what story thread this new post connects to!!

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