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by Patricia
West
The
Cross Road
Have you ever been driving along with your windows rolled down,
the radio blasting, jamming to some tunes and auditioning for an
imaginary gig on the American Idol? That's an awesome feeling. I
love those days when life is jumping with explosive energy at the
exact same time I am. Everything is in order. Life is good. Seize
the moment. Then you look around and realize that while you were
deep into your fictious performance, you took a wrong turn and now
you are lost........
It
There it was, sitting before me. Calling my name. Begging
for my touch, for my complete and utter involvement. It was
seductive. A virtual display of decadence. A delicacy beyond all
my imaginations. It couldn't have been more perfect. So inviting.
So tempting. It was everything I could have ever dreamed
of. Staring at it, piqued my interest intensely. Excitement pounded
through my veins. I became flush. My pupils dilated, my mouth was
dry. The first time I saw it, was simply a result of my own
curiosity, my incessant desire to explore the world around me. This
treat and the anticipation of it's delight, shall I say, took me
quite by surprise. And soon I discovered I was weak......
Summoned
"Hey, You!" he yelled out over the sea of heads. "Yes,
You! Stop, right there!"
It was a generic call, and
the mass of commuters around me slowed only momentarily, glancing
around.
"Hey!!" the piercing
voice continued. "Hey!!"
"What in the world? Who's
yelling?" I thought. I was a bit irritable without my morning
beverage in hand. The voice issuing the command carried a certain
jurisdiction and somehow I felt the need to look........
By Art
Wiegand
"What-Cheer,
Cheer, Cheer"
"While I nodded, nearly
napping, suddenly there came a tapping..."
My household is under assault. Every
morning an incessant banging upon the house awakens us. Seriously,
as I write this, there is a masked marauder lurking about our domicile.
Earlier this morning he was flinging himself with abandon upon our
humble abode.
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