Sunday, October 26, 2014

Two short stories (Halloween is coming)

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My Daughter Learned to Count

My daughter __________(wake) me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I ________(pick) her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, __________(bring) her home, and _______(put) her to bed. My wife ________(go) into the bedroom to read while I _______ (fall) asleep watching the Braves game.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. “Guess how old I_______(be) next month.”

“I _______(not/know) beauty,” I said as I slipped on my glasses.  “How old?”
She ________(smile) and ______(hold) up four fingers.

It is 7:30 now. My wife and I __________(be) up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

So I lost my phone…
Last night a friend _______(rush)me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I _______(realize) my phone ______(not/be) in my pocket. I _______ (check) the table we ________(sit) at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I _______(use) my friend’s phone to call mine.

After two rings someone ________(answer), (give) out a low raspy giggle, and _____(hang) up. They __________(not/answer)  again. I eventually ________(give) it up as a lost cause and  ________ (head) home.
I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it.


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My Daughter Learned to Count

My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally’s birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.

“Daddy,” she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. “Guess how old I’m going to be next month.”

“I don’t know, beauty,” I said as I slipped on my glasses. “How old?”
She smiled and held up four fingers.

It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.

So I lost my phone…

Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine.

After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home.

I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it.


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