Too many balls in the air! When I saw this wonderful photo by Ted Strutz last week, several stories came to me right away. I was sure I’d have something in Wednesday! But the days got away from me… This story kept running through my head. Yes, it’s a dark room up there sometimes. After weeks of perky, I suppose this was bound to happen! Entry #100!!
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Breakfast of Champions (96 words)
“I don’t believe in the death penalty, but honestly– the electric chair is too easy for this guy!” Jen frowned, as she read about John Allen’s trial. “Anyone who could torture and kill those girls– so viciously…”
Tom reached for the orange juice.
“The youngest victim, Kelsey, was only 15… the things he did to her– it makes my blood run cold.” Jen shuddered.
“Honey, you shouldn’t read those stories; they really get to you.”
Tom took his plate to the sink, rubbing Jen’s shoulder as he passed. In his pocket, he fondled Kelsey’s missing button.
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