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Checking In and Out

My November Days Nine and Ten

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We have had a busy week. This recovery thing is not for wimps. But all the up and down and in and out and ice on and off and meds and exercises and EVERYTHING frankly, gets a little easier every day. When I sit down I don’t have the energy to pick up a pencil, so my adult relaxation colouring consists of tapping on my iPad. Using colours that are easy to reach.

And when even that requires too much effort, there’s Netflix. W has been watching old John Wayne movies on the laptop, so to drown out that noise I turn up “How To Get Away With Murder.”

Haha….don’t worry, it’s not giving me any crazy ideas. Except maybe about lawyers and criminals and how sometimes it’s hard to determine which is which.

Next Monday the staples come out! Those things are nasty looking heavy-duty hunks of metal. Neither of us will miss them when they’re gone.

Okay we are all nodding off here (yes, you were yawning too, don’t try to deny it) so that’s it for this lame excuse for a November post.

We are alive and fine. That’s all I really wanted to say.

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Murder on the Beach

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Yellow crime scene tape flutters and flaps in the cold wind off the lake.  Shutters click,  red lights flash.  The detectives unblinking eyes sting and tear, mesmerized by the bludgeoned body lying face down in the sand.  Seagulls slowly circle and cry.

 

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Written for Yeah Write # 156 Gargleblaster – 42 words – Who Dunnit?

Sounds in the Night

Wake up Jason!

Wha….

JA-SON! WAKE UP! I hear something!

What do you hear? Shit. What was that?

I know! I mean, I DON’T know! What is it?

It sounds like – something in pain.

A wild animal?

In the house?

Oh God. How is that even possible?

It’s not.

Then what is making that god-awful sound? WAIT! Don’t get out of bed and leave me here all alone!

Don’t you want me to find out what it is?

Yes! No! Crap! Wait, I’m coming with you!

It’s louder out here in the hallway.

Oh geeeez…..

Let go of my arm, you’re giving me bruises.

Sorry. OW! Don’t stop suddenly like that!

I think it’s coming from the guest room. It sounds like something is dying.

WHAT?? Your mother is in there! Somebody is killing her!!

Shit, would you calm down? I’m going to open the door.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god!

She’s fine. There’s nobody in there but her.

But that horrible moaning –

She’s snoring.

Snoring? That is the sound of SNORING?

What can I say.

That’s just so freaking weird. Who snores and sounds like they’re being strangled?

My mother does, obviously.

Man. Should we wake her up?

No, let’s just go back to bed.

I don’t know if I can get back to sleep, my heart is still pounding.

I know, I can hear it.

How can you hear anything over that God awful racket?

It’s difficult.

Okay, well, goodnight.

Too late for that.

Right. Do we have any earplugs?

Nope.

How much does it cost to get a sound proof door?

Shut up and go to sleep. And don’t say anything about this to my mother in the morning, okay?

Okay. I won’t. Although that will be hard. Hey, wait a minute, I don’t hear it anymore! I don’t hear anything at all! Jason, do you think she’s stopped breathing? Jason? JA-SON!

….zzzzzzz……

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