Your three words, my little story.

Your three words, my little story

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Judy’s words: bookcase, Christmas & sandwich

    With breakfast in her stomach Judy headed towards work. Working in the little town of Sloan has it’s benefits, it’s close to home and it’s a small Mayberry type of town. Close enough that she can walk to work if she wants too. She’s lucky enough to live on a dead end street just outside of town, the few delivery trucks in town don’t have a reason to come down her street. That makes for a very peaceful neighborhood.

    She works at a quaint little book store on main street. Feeling a little hugry, she closed up shop for lunch and headed across the street to the diner. “Hi Betty,” she said to the waitress as she sat down by the window.

    “Hi Judy. Do you know what you want?” handing her a menu.

    “Yes I do. Surprise me with the soup of the day, a SANDWICH and a water with lemon.” handing back the menu. “Ham and cheese please.”

    “Comin’ right up dear.”

    This is her favorite time of year: with snow on the ground, the crisp cold freshness in the air and of course CHRISTMAS decorations that light up the night sky. During the relaxing stroll home after work, she realised she made it all the way to her den and didn’t remember taking a step. She found herself standing in front of her favorite place, her BOOKCASE. She knows her next adventure sits on one of these selves.

    

Your three words, my little story

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Wally’s words: seismic, barren and tomato

    He was surprised to find a TOMATO in such a BARREN place. He stopped, as he often does, to take a picture of some impressive scenery. This one was of a very symmetrical barn in a desert field. Nothing else was around except for a lonely tomato plant, sand, blacktop and sunshine. As he did a three sixty he could see mountains far off in all directions. With the heat rising from the sand it gave the mountains an erie wavy look.

    It was another twenty or so miles, before he saw anything other than scorching blacktop or steaming sand. It was a gas station. He was so grateful for his airconditioner, he thought giving his car a rest wouldn’t hurt. Might as well top off the tank and visit the mens room, while he had the chance.

    Inside, he paid for the gas, a soda and some chips, then said to the store keeper, “hot today.”

    The store keep replied, “oh it’s nice today. You should have been here last week, now that was hot.”

    “Hotter than this. Oh my, I’m glad I wasn’t here.” Wally sat down, then felt the ground shake. “What was that?”

    “Oh that. That’s just a little tremor, we always have SEISMIC activity out here all the time.”

    “Well, I don’t like it. Think I’ll leave.”

Your three words, my little story

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Jen’s words: snuggle, rhinoceros and teal

    This was an adventurer Jen and husband has been looking forward too for years. The ten day tour of Kenya encluded the flight, hotel and of course a safari. The safari is what Jen wanted and she could hardly wait to see the wildlife. Lions, tigers and bears, oh my. Well no tigers and bears, but they’ll probably see some lions, elephants and RHINOCEROS.

    Her hubby didn’t care as much about the safari as she did. He was anxouse to lay down on the king size bed. They left their kids with mom, so he was looking forward to no cell phone, no work and no alarm clock. Resting and just being able to SNUGGLE with Jen was his prize. They made a deal with each other, the first couple of days will be rest and relaxation, next four days a safari, then round it out with a little night life.

    The last day was coming and it was such a let down. However they missed their kids, so they couldn’t wait to get back to their normal life. The last night was dancing and Jen was surprised with two gifts from hubby. One was a little trinket for her charm bracelet and the other was a beautiful TEAL evening gown, that he hid from her the whole trip.

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Carrie’s words: glass, beg and intent

    The INTENT today was finding the right piece. Not close, it has to match the other three exactly. Carrie loves flea markets, thrift shops and of course trampling around town checking out all the yard sales. Yard sales are her favorite, because of the people she can meet. Some people ask her, “why are you buying everyone’s trash?,

    She is quick to say, “that’s not so. I don’t buy anyone’s trash. I buy cheap treasures from people that are finished with them.”

    She thought she finally found the right grass of tables. Plenty of dishes, cups, glasses, crystal and silverware. She thought, there it is, but she knows how to hide her excitement and slowly saunter to the end of the table. She held the piece up to the sky and was able to look straight through it, no prism. She was very depressed when she said, “dog gone it,” but still tried the second test. As she wet her index finger and rubbed it around the top of the GLASS. Yep, it was glass not crystal.

    A fellow yard saler heard her comment and said, “I’m looking for crystal too.”

    “What piece are you looking for?”

    “The very same piece as you. I already checked that one out. I need one to complete my set of eight.”

    “Are you serious? I need one to complete my set of four.” She thought for a moment and decided to BEG her for one of hers.

Your three words, my little story

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Lottie’s words: Best, trade and ever

Lottie was laying out in the scorching heat at one of her local beaches, when she saw something that baffled her. It was a strange object in the water that was bobbing up and down with regularity. As the tide brought it toward the sand to her left, she decided to get up and walk down the beach. To her surprise it was a bottle,when she waded out to get it she noticed it had a cork in it. She was so elated that she yelled back to her friend, that was still laying on a towel next to hers, she yelled, “It’s a message in a bottle.”
Her friend yelled, “what does it say?”
By this time Lottie was running back to her spot with the bottle trying to take the cork out. When she sat down she thought the best way to remove the cork was to cut it even to the top of the bottle and push it in. The message read, “I like your hat.” This scared her and her friend, because this meant someone was watching them. At the bottom of the note was a phone number. When she was dialing it she was thinking it seemed familar, then the name popped up it was her long time friend Jim.
He answered saying, “hope I didn’t scare you, but I really like your hat.”
“Where are you?”
“In the boat about a hundred feet in front of you.”
“Don’t you ever do that again. You scared the hech out of me.”
Jim apologised and said, “he has a hat that would look real good with your bathing suit.”
She said, “come in and maybe we can make a trade.”
They made the trade and as he walked away he thought, “best trade ever.”

by Jim McDonald