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a mischief of rats
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a mischief of rats A mischief of rats filled the now draining run off culvert. Rays of sun split the heavy skies, treetops bent with the winds, leaves still showing their silvered backs. A few stray people ran for their cars. Most were not so trusting, bodies still pressed back against buildings, against the windows of storefronts. The rain had come fast, not so much starting as being dumped like a storm midway through. The clouds darkening in seconds, noon became dusk, roads tuned to rivers. Voices that had been held, as though no one dared to breathe, let loose now whispers of wonder, dismay. It was then that the woman was spotted. She stood on the far side of the parking lot. An old woman, white hair, long almost to her knees, blowing about in the wind, not even<b> damp. </font></b>A little girl ran to open the door, her mother’s hand, snatching her back, not really sure why she was stopping her. The men, uneasy in a way they did not understand, moved forward. One of them tested the lock on the door. The others did not object. The small group in the store went silent. From the place next to them, a ran out. This ran with a smile, ran fast, arms spread until she reached the old woman who knelt, smoothing her pigtails, looking over her head towards the line of stores. Staring at the stores as if to see where the had come from. Another jumped from a car, ran to the woman. A small boy with red hair, barefoot. His mother ran behind him, “Jimmy, Jimmy”. The Woman spoke to the mother, her hand on the young boy’s head. The mother silently gestured to her car. The old woman limped using Jimmy’s mother as a cane until she could lean on the car. Jimmy, the old woman, the mother, the pigtailed little girl, once settled in the car, drove off.  A wee girl had been taken. No one dared look at anyone else. They slipped out the doors, a mischief of rats, into the gutters until they were at last all gone. The police received several anonymous calls about an elderly woman kidnapping a young girl during the storm but no was ever reported missing. come(all you mischief- hatchers hatch mischief) all you- guilty scamper(………….sic e.e.cummings You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I love the suddenness of a storm that drenches and disappears in minutes. the sun appearing hot on its heels as if to belie it was even there......... You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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What an intriguing story a great read for this Sunday, I hope you have a blessed day.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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Your posts are always very evocative. You should write and publish. 
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I can feel the heat rising from the asphalt as the rain ceases and the sun re-appears to cook all things human- Just picturesque (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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Excellent story and great writing as usual.  Almost Steven King like... Have you ever tried writing a story from start to finish?  I bet you'd be great!
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Sis, I loved the imagery in this story, which is now amongst my favorites of yours... There are parts of the country that I have been in, that the suddenness of the storm followed just as suddenly by sunshine and calm, it makes me think that I am more amused by it than want to live in it... Kk The observant make the best lovers, I may not do right, but I do write, I have bliss, joy, and happiness in my life, Kitkat Come check out my blog KItkat1415 check out this post by me Adventures In Body Grooming #39 April Topic Link: What Lies Beneath If April Showers Oh Bloody Hell What Kind Of Weather Turns Me On Bloggers Symposium 40
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Outstanding as ever m'dear, more and more and more please.......
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Had one of those storms just yesterday. Could feel it coming, then wham it opened up with a crack of thunder and the rain pouring down. Then soon after it stopped but not long enough for the sun to come out, just a pause for a bit before it started coming down again. But the sun did shine through a few times that afternoon. Vive La Difference
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