5 thoughts on “The Thanksgiving Continuation part 5

  1. Life And Death On Vista Trail

    The wind rattled the windows.
    The fast moving storm had dumped two feet of snow already, and there was more to come.
    Beth, Sadie and Lynn were on Beth’s couch under blankets. The power had been off at Lynn’s since the snow started.
    They were sipping hot chocolate and watching the TV. In a matter of minutes there was going to be a live execution. The state was going to send 10,000 volts through the body of a murdering rapist. It was the first one ever televised.
    The wind settled for a moment and Beth could hear Sadie softly reciting her favorite William Carlos Williams poem.
    “As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.”
    The TV switched to a shot of a man strapped into an electric chair.
    The wind howled.
    The power went off.

  2. Umbra of Alice Jennings part 5
    Richard Russell

    But Maggie was captivated by a news report on the TV set sitting on the ground, where Alice’s body used to be. I looked to see what was so interesting. There, on the screen was a video recording of our car pulled over to the side of the road. There was a great commotion inside the car, and the snarling growls of a wild Wolverine. The entire event played out completely, right up to the point where I shot Justin Bieber.

    The camera zoomed in on Alice’s face; she was laughing. Suddenly, she went still, looked straight into the camera and spoke as if to me personalty, “You need to know, it’s gonna snow. Get in your car and go, go, GO!” Just then, huge snowflakes began to fall rapidly. The three of us grabbed the TV, shoved it in the car, and took off to find safe shelter in the nearest motel.

  3. Your Neighborhood Gang from Center Street, Part 5
    B Y Rogers

    “I hope it works for him,” I said. “The tree thing. Come winter he is going to freeze his bark off.

    “Possibly.”

    “I can see the news on television. Some weatherman standing next to a tree with this odd bare spot, like it has been shaved. The snow is blowing like never before…” I started laughing for now reason. I couldn’t help it.

    “What’s so funny?”

    “I guess I was suppose to be a writer. Something just popped in my head and I feel an urge to write it.”

    “Say it instead.”

    “There once was a writer named Mike,
    Who became a tree overnight.
    But the snow blew like hell,
    And his brains turned to jell
    So they cut him down where he fell.”

    “Not the best I have heard, but it’s a beginning.”

    “I’m learning. What now?”

    “Well,” she said. “What do you remember of you life?”

    I thought for a moment and I couldn’t remember a thing.

  4. Life And Death On Vista Trail

    The wind rattled the windows.
    The fast moving storm had dumped two feet of snow already, and there was more to come.
    Beth, Sadie and Lynn were on Beth’s couch under blankets. The power had been off at Lynn’s since the snow started.
    They were sipping hot chocolate and watching the TV. In a matter of minutes there was going to be a live execution. The state was going to send 10,000 volts through the body of a murdering rapist. It was the first one ever televised.
    The wind settled for a moment and Beth could hear Sadie softly reciting her favorite William Hughes Mearns poem.
    “As I was going up the stair I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today. I wish, I wish he’d go away.”
    The TV switched to a shot of a man strapped into an electric chair.
    The wind howled.
    The power went off.

  5. The main door suddenly swung open, and along with a gust of wind and snow, a small TV crew fell in.
    “Okay, Ted on three, 1,2,3…and hello from CBC ‘Fiction in a Flash’! Today we find ourselves in a…a…facility somewhere between…between…whatever.” The host grabbed the tall man. “Hello! You have one minute to give our viewers some ‘flash fiction’!”
    The girl stopped her compressions and we watched in amazement.
    “Erm…erm…a poem?” asked the tall man.
    “Sure!”
    “Right, yes, got it! I was once a sock puppet, I was told what to say, and when I wanted to stop it, I was told fu…”
    “Okay guys, that’s a wrap! It stinks enough in here without that! There was that sleepy gas attendant some 20 clicks back, I’m sure we can rattle something McCarthy-ish outta him!”
    They left as fast as they entered. The girl turned to me.
    “Is it me or was it snowing outside.”
    “Sudden storm if it was.”

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