Wrong Side of the Tracks…

 

“Are you sure this is the place?” Maria looked out the driver’s side window at the rundown building.

“It’s where the car told me to go.” Brett jabbed at the GPS screen on the dashboard. “It’s a smart car, it knows where we should be.”

“This just doesn’t–” Maria stopped as she saw three hooded men walking toward them, one of them grabbing something from his waistband. “I think we should go.”

Brett didn’t look up. “This is where we are supposed to be. 128 North… oh, crap. I put in south. Let me just fix–”

“Drive. Now!”

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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The Scent of Love

As for blind dates, it was as cliche as they come. Dinner, a movie, and now a romantic ferry boat ride across “Lovers Lake.” The guy laid it on almost as thick as his cologne. I’ll  have to remember to ‘thank’ my sister for setting me up.

“You see that house?” He pointed as he leaned in close.

“Yeah.”

“That’s my summer home.”

“Yeah?” I frowned as I looked at the house.

“What’s wrong?”

 “I was just thinking,” I said as I raised my finger to my nose, “I don’t think it’s far enough away.”

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Morning Routine…

I walked into work today, just like

every other day (Monday through Friday

that is, unless on vacation, or sick, or…

yeah, those exceptions could take a while

to list), set my coffee cup on the counter

at my computer, shook the black tailed

mouse to wake up my PC from it’s nightly

slumber, slumped into my chair (ok, fine,

I plopped) and waited for my day to begin.