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If I Should Die
Peyton Farley has settled into a new life in southwest Montana. Research and fact checking for a local newspaper is a perfectly safe job, or is it? One morning, Peyton awakens and finds a strange man in lace up work boots who is bleeding out on her kitchen floor. As Peyton calls 911 from her bedroom, someone is stealing the body.
Milk Carton People
Milk Carton People is a paranormal thriller about people who suddenly find themselves invisible, able to observe things but unable to participate. Do they go mad? Maybe they find others. It is quite possible that there is no point in being invisible.
Monthly Archives: January 2010
Is it a bad thing to admit to eaves dropping? Is it eavesdropping at all when there can be no expectation of privacy? Is my act of observation as much a crime as using a cell phone to capture images? Where is the line? How do we know we have crossed it?
Television has changed during my lifetime. I remember when a tv was furniture. We had to cross the room to change the volume and the channel. If we did change the channel, we had to adjust the fine tuning and sometimes go outside to give the antenna a turn. Rabbit Ears, coat hangers and tin foil made our living rooms look like a mad scientist’s laboratory. I also remember the horizontal and vertical hold knobs and how a good slap on the side could help settle things down.
The G-man climbed up into the computer chair and sat like a very small Buda. He said, “GoWee.”
I am following a pattern to make a crocheted item called Posh Pineapple. The caption on the photo representation says, “Challenge yourself with this ornate masterpiece featuring richly textured stitches.” The materials involve a hook that measures 1.65 mm and 195 yards of size 10 thread.
I was in the passenger seat of a car. An old car. I don’t remember who was driving or where we were going. Someone, somewhere outside of the car, shot me seven times. I did not feel the bullets punching into my chest at an arcing angle. I did not resist. I simply died. It was a split second. I was in the car and then I wasn’t. I was as unaware as a dining room chair.
Many of you know I am a homeschooling mom. I am learning as much as my student. At this stage in my face spackled life, I never imagined contemplating the mathematical properties of a ‘point.’ A point has no dimension. It has no up, no down, no width, no depth, no in front and no behind. It simply, is. So, when I look back over this blog post and consider the point, I have no excuses to make.
So, it is back to the stupid thing that caused this problem to begin with. Broad daylight and my rearview mirror. I think I will avoid both. Did you know, I am 25 years old? Frozen in time but not experience, until, of course, I pass a mirror.