MsShel330

MsShel330

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flex

“Okay class, stand up straight and stretch! Act like you’re pulling a rope down from the ceiling. Flex! Reach, reach!” Alexandra stuck her hands in the air but, instead of waving them like she just didn’t care, acted as if she was reaching for a rope suspended from the ceiling. It was a change, she had to admit.

I suggested going to the park instead of a movie. The weather was good for a picnic and maybe flying a kite. He wasn’t happy but he went along with it. I could see him trying not to have fun but it was hard to keep from smiling. Good food, good weather and a good time. How can you hate that?

I staked out a good seat, one in line with the departure board for my flight. I had never missed a plane but I was still nervous. A girlfriend of mine missed her flight once and had to go through all kinds of b.s to catch the next one. Since I was running away from everything, I needed to get away before anyone missed me.

The Fiona Apple song “Criminal” played over the loud speaker in the store. Jae stopped to take some deep breaths. She was trying not to sweat but a song playing about the risks involved in what she was doing was making her shake even more. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Stan give the signal. Jae pulled the ski mask down over her face, pulled out her gun and moved toward the counter.

“Charge!” Jon yelled as the group ran down the hill. Of course, being a bunch of overweight, not-all-that-young re-enactors, instead of real soldiers in their prime, there was a lot of huffing and puffing along the way.

Monifa was tired, all of the time, and beyond tired of being tired. She tried her primary care doctor, and a chiropractor and massage therapists of different kinds. Someone had suggested a holistic doctor. She shuffled up to the office door, fearful but wondering what did she have to lose.

basil

His name was Basil and of course he was British. Did he have a sister named Rosemary? Was he names for the character on Fawlty Towers? It was such as odd name, from her American point of view. But he had good teeth and none of the negative stereotypes of the English.

Marie shuffled along the hall to her room. She curled her upper lip to shut out the smells – urine, boiled meat and perfume. She couldn’t remember how she got here, in this mausoleum of old people. It seemed to be her future.

Between the Windows program on her computer and the windows of the high-rise that she was working in, Sara thought that she would go mad. The computer was slow and she had the feeling that someone was watching her from outside. But that couldn’t be; she was on the 25th floor. She was imagining it. But the hair still stood up on her arms and the back of her neck.

slept

Jo slept badly, tossing and turning all night. She was alone, and since Steve moved in she had trouble sleeping without him. He would be gone for a long while. He was deployed in one of the ‘Stans, she couldn’t remember which one.

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MsShel330 wrote about braid
“Janelle sat still while her mother finished doing her hair. The braids were set but not too tight. The school year had just begin and Janelle was starting first grade.”

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