She wiped her face with a wet tissue
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He pulled up his zip and left the bathroom
Feb 9, 2020
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otherdog-101 wrote:
He pulled up his zip and left the bathroom
In a hurry, the building was on fire!
She waited in the drizzling rain.
Before she knew it, large jaws grabbed her neck and dragged her into an alley
She reached for her mace. Deep within she wondered if the crocodile would let her go
Feb 9, 2020
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#11
A hope that quickly dissipated in her mind, just as the mist had during the second of it jetting away from the nozzle of the small mace can.
She had two options. Phone a friend or take 50/50. Before she decided, a police car arrived
Feb 9, 2020
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#13
In a blur, the cop raced out of the driver door and headed to the gas station robbery. Her vision blurring.
Yet she could still tell the policeman was very drunk
Not from whiskey, but from medication. Ever since the day they removed her leg she needed strong pain killers. The doctors said she would never walk again. She proved them wrong winning Olympic gold in the 100m hurdles and silver in the high jump.
Feb 10, 2020
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#17
At that moment, a fan of hers jumped into the fray and rescued her.
It was Sam -- an old lover from back in the days when her hair was long and soft, and the ph balance was perfect.
He had a baseball bat gripped firmly in his hands. "Touch her and it will be the last thing you do," he said. The policeman reached in his pocket and tossed a curveball at Sam. He struck violently at it. And missed. Once again the policeman tossed another. Sweat poured off Sams's face. Could he do it?
Feb 10, 2020
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Yes, he can, could and did such, yet the ball shattered upon contact with the police mans face, turning him into a prone frog. She laid there...
Lying on her back, her skirt blew whispery in the stiff breeze. Underwear was meant to be shown and not worn. However, on a day like today, she was in no mood to fool about. Standing on her one leg she hopped towards Sam. He was clutching his stomach. His appendix was giving trouble once again.
"Do you wanna go out for a Cappuccino and a small biscuit?" he said.
A tear had made it's release from an eyelid, of a provoked face. Ashen with the thought of a long lost memory. Blue eyes being replaced by the projector of the mind. A winter's seeping cold is replaced with an illusion of summer's comforting heat. Her grandpa playfully skipping around in a grassy field, chasing a giggling 6 year old around. A cool breeze blowing, as if blowing the memory away through some canal of time. She always wanted to know her grandpa better.
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