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Memory Mischief!



Suprise;


John's head rattled with a rumination from the morning. On his knees; he dug down into the earth. He desperately needed a break. Each and every push down into the dirt appeared to only further force his worry-laden thoughts deeper into the grit of his own mind. With the sun sweltering through the hazy glass panes of the dusty old greenhouse John took the opportunity to gently place down his tool. On raising a handkerchief to his worried brow he paused; seemingly praying for the release of his possessed mind and in that moment he caught it; a familiar warm breeze nursing the scent of his most prized Rose. "Ahh," he sighed. Like an arrow straight into the heart; instantly he was transported to a happier place. John smiled as he caught a moment of his former self. He bathed in the warmth of this memory; indulging in the inner peace of it all, the silence... A terrifying screech and cracking sound tore John out of his fancy world. Looking up John witnessed the ginger beast drop unscathed from the roof of the greenhouse landing directly in range of his boots. "Rascal!" he cried. The fox almost smiled.



Suspense;


John's head rattled with a rumination from the morning. He never wanted to see that fox again. Was he crazy to believe that the fox was actually taunting him? John thought he might invest in a hound dog to send it off. An awkward conversation with the kitchen maid about the fox had John on edge of his sanity. "I just don't see it - Sire, it's probably just a large cat?" she proclaimed before running off in a fit of laughter. John was glad to be working on his own this afternoon. On his knees; he dug down into the earth. He desperately needed a break. Each and every push down into the dirt appeared to only further force his worry-laden thoughts deeper into the grit of his own mind. With the sun sweltering through the hazy glass panes of the dusty old greenhouse John took the opportunity to gently place down his tool. On raising a handkerchief to his worried brow he paused; seemingly praying for the release of his possessed mind and in that moment he caught it; a familiar warm breeze nursing the scent of his most prized Rose. "Ahh," he sighed. Like an arrow straight into the heart; instantly he was transported to a happier place. John smiled as he caught a moment of his former self. He bathed in the warmth of this memory; indulging in the inner peace of it all, the silence... A terrifying screech and cracking sound tore John out of his fancy world. Looking up John witnessed the ginger beast drop unscathed from the roof of the greenhouse landing directly in range of his boots. "Rascal!" he cried. The fox almost smiled.

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