Dreams Do Come True

"Keep me in the loop."  Arthur rang off and went back to studying the recent siesmic report.  He noted with some satisfaction the intensity of the after shocks seemed to be fading  and were fewer and farther between since the last report two hours ago.  Well, that was some good news.  Maybe now he could catch some sleep. The worst was over.

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Mrs Kildane, Arthur's mother, was a seasoned survivor of earthquakes.  She experienced her first as a child living in the San Fernando area in 1961.  She was ready for this one.  The first tremor drove her outside and away from the five story building she and her husband of 40 years were living in.  She made sure to not use the elevator.  Good thing too, she could hear people trapped somewhere near the third floor.   Holding her "Important Box" she hit Sixth Street just as the second and much larger tremor hit the Mission Bay neighborhood in San Francisco.  The shock knocked her off her feet cracking her left hip.  Her husband was still out somewhere running errands.

The Wing Suit

From Thursday 12/22/11 Thinking Ten Prompt

Jack's stomach knotted hard when he opened the cheap metal wardrobe in the garage.  His wing suit was missing.  He knew immediately who had taken it.............

"Tommy!"  Jack ran back into the house almost taking out his mom who was busy with some kitchen drudgery of one kind or another.

"Jack, slow down. No running in the........"  Jack had already made it up the stairs and was well beyond her voice.  He quickly checked Tommy's room.  He opened his closet and looked under his bed.  No Tommy.  Standing in the middle of the Tommy's room, panic and fear of what might come twirled out of control in his mind.

Till Death Do Us Part - 100 Words

From the Wednesday prompt over at Thinking Ten - 11/21/11

Carla stared at her half empty wine glass.  She had expected another excuse not to be home for the intimate supper she had planned.  Yet here he was cheerfully suggesting she relax on the sofa.  He would clear the table.

“You’re going to divorce me aren’t you?”

“Why would you think that?”

John came in holding a dishrag and a coaster.  “Use this. No rings.  Your rule, remember?”

Carla set her glass on the coaster.  John threw the dish rag around her throat and strangled the life out of her.

“Divorce?  No my dear, I take my marriage vows seriously.”
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Wednesday, Words, Inc.: 

table, ring, glass, wine

At 12 minutes I had 143 words - It took another hour to get it to this point. 

I find that no matter what my plan is going in, my stories never finish according to that plan.  This was actually supposed to be a 100 words that would be warm and fuzzy.  Uh, guess I'm just not in a warm and fuzzy mood.