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Posted 20 March 2006 - 12:51 PM
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"Equality" the hermit muttered under his breath wandered the aisles of the grocery story while he was making his monthly sojourn to pick up peanut butter, bread, beans, and sugar, and koolaid.
He had been shuffling down the aisle of the store, determined to blend into the soup cans and cereal boxes, so as to not draw attention that he was there when he had suddenly come face to face with Myrtle Smearnoff, the wife of his former partner, Ted, who had cooked their books and made it look as if he, Ronald, were the guilty one.
After the IRS circled their dealership that day and seized the business, Ronald learned to his horror, that Ted had been carefully taking all of the cash out of the candy box he had hidden under his desk and was sending it off-shore where it was safe from prying eyes.
And so, once Ronald was released from Federal Prison for not paying the taxes, he locked himself in his run down 50's ranch that was smack in the middle of a neighborhood filled with soccer moms, church ladies, and pubescent teens who dared each other to climb his fence and pound on his back door to see if his would answer it.
But no, he would not answer that pounding. He didn't care how many birthday cakes stacked up on the porch or how many puppies were offered to him as potential companions. He would not answer that pounding.
Instead, he huddled in front of the television, watching game shows and plotted.... yes, he plotted. He was plotting his revenge and how he would recoup the money that Ted had stolen from the candy box.
And so, you can imagine his surprise when he heard Mytle say....
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#2
Posted 20 March 2006 - 01:24 PM
"No, I knew you were out. The reason it's interesting is because when Ted got the news that you were being released, I overheard him talking to someone on the phone. I heard him crowing about how he'd pulled one over on you and now he has the money and you have the criminal record."
Ronald said, "I guess you'll both be enjoying that money for some time to come, won't you?"
Myrtle lowered her voice, and in a tone that was equal parts sadness and anger, she said to Ronald, "Well, that's the other thing I discovered in his conversation. Ted is enjoying your money alright, but he's enjoying it with another woman. Looks like we've both been duped. I propose we join forces and make Ted pay... and pay BIG!"
#3
Posted 20 March 2006 - 01:27 PM
"Why, I was just thinking about you, and here you are, looking, well, delicious, have you been working out?"
The stench of Myrtle's cheap magnolia perfume assaulted Ronald's nose. He was clearly not as invisisible as he hoped. He stammered and stuttered and tried to come up with a retort, when suddenly static crackeled the air and over the grocercery store loudspeaker, a voice annouced.....
#4
Posted 20 March 2006 - 01:34 PM

To have a friend is to have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and an extra pair of legs when yours are too weak to stand alone...
I have been living buried in books and writing classes... as an added note I must say that it is rather scary when you start dreaming and all you can see within your dreams is words floating everywhere!

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#5
Posted 20 March 2006 - 01:50 PM
Myrtle snatched her hand out of Ronald's, and the change in her character was instant. Angrily, she accused Ronald of bumping into her and knocking the jars to the floor.
"You're just like your husband!" Ronald retorted, "I have done nothing but help."
"Help! Is that what you call it?" Myrtle shot at Ronald while turning with a smile to the young man. "I'm sorry Ronald here has caused you all this trouble, but I'm running terribly late for the kids. You'll be able to sort it out with him, I'm sure." And with that, Myrtle left.
#6
Posted 20 March 2006 - 02:34 PM
And now her true love Ted had announced to her just this morning that he was leaving her for Candi, the receptionist at his office. "Candi with an 'i'", she'd always say. It made Myrtle just sick thinking about it.
She had stood by Ted through all this mess. She laid her head on the steering wheel hoping she could figure out what she was going to do now. Then there was a knock on her window.
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 02:49 PM
Pastor Eccles was the last person she wanted to see at this moment.
"You're looking very down Myrtle. Are you OK?" asked the pastor. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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#10
Posted 20 March 2006 - 03:41 PM
Myrtle was shocked! As all the ramifications of Ronnie's secrets flooded her mind, she was dumfounded. Hey wait just a minute, she thought to herself----didn't they notice any of this in jail?
She was just ready to ask that question when a car lost control in the parking lot and came swerving towards all of them....
#11
Posted 20 March 2006 - 03:55 PM

To have a friend is to have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and an extra pair of legs when yours are too weak to stand alone...
I have been living buried in books and writing classes... as an added note I must say that it is rather scary when you start dreaming and all you can see within your dreams is words floating everywhere!

Valerie Lynn Harrell is the published author of a book of poetry, titled "A Little Girl Lost... Was Found Through Her Writing"
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 04:03 PM
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 04:16 PM
The nurse said it would be at least half an hour before anything would be known, so both men found their way to the cafeteria for a strong coffee.
Ronnie poured out the whole story from his meeting with Ted at college, right up to the present. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and just as the pastor was about to speak the doctor appeared at their table.
"Hello, My name is Candi .........
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 04:44 PM

To have a friend is to have a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold and an extra pair of legs when yours are too weak to stand alone...
I have been living buried in books and writing classes... as an added note I must say that it is rather scary when you start dreaming and all you can see within your dreams is words floating everywhere!

Valerie Lynn Harrell is the published author of a book of poetry, titled "A Little Girl Lost... Was Found Through Her Writing"
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:20 PM
Ted sputtered, his face turning beet red and his eyes raging, 'She had her tubes tied after the last child!'
'Oh,' the nurse replied, 'sometimes those things fail,' she offerred helpfully. 'The good news is that the baby survived the fall and should be fine. The real worry is her memory loss. Perhaps you should take a moment to calm yourself, then go gently introduce yourself, maybe try to jog her memory of who she is. Do you carry pictures of your kids? That could help too.'
Her chirpy demeanor held in place as she knelt to assist the faltering pastor.
#24
Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:20 PM
"Ted, are you sure it's Myrtle that cannot have children? When you and I were close, before you framed me, I remember having several conversations with you on the subject. Granted, you always did overindulge with the alcohol, so it's possible you might not remember."
The look on Ted's face showed Ronnie that he did, in fact, remember. He remembered telling him about the accident with his wife's scrapbooking scissors. He had been so relieved when she bought that new die cut machine, and the whole story had just come tumbling out.
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:33 PM
"Let's go for a walk", Ted suggested, "we need to talk."
They walked out the side door into Pashowak Road, and headed towards the park.
Suddenly, a van with darkened windows screeched to a halt beside them.
#28
Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:34 PM
"Tell me please, Candi," Ronnie began, "does the I stand for Insipid? Irrelevant? How about Ignorant? I'm inclined to think it's for Ignorant. How else would you explain the Bob's Costume Rentals tag still hanging from your hat? Did you just assume we wouldn't notice?"
He paused, thoughtfully. "And why do I even care? He framed me. All I was trying to do was get a little grocery shopping done, and now I find myself in this mess," he said to himself.
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#29
Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:38 PM
The van doors flew open, and a gang of angry Girl Scouts tumbled out.
"We know you took our cookies from the parking lot of the grocery store! That was a rather clever distraction, having people get hit by cars and fainting and the rest of it, but we saw you take all the Thin Mints for yourselves! Don't think we didn't see!"
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Posted 20 March 2006 - 05:57 PM

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