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The Unexpected

A scene in an old John Wayne B-Western brought to mind an idea that I am developing. The line is "the thing we least expect happens," or close to that.

I have the scenario outlined in my mind but am swamped with overdue jobs at the moment. It will be next week before I can write it out.

 

Running a little late but the corrections and indices for the galley of my upcoming book have gone back to the publisher and the "last draft" festival poster SHOULD be headed for the printer - takes forever to get everyone satisfied - so now I can move back to this before I complete the decorations for the district churchwomen's meeting. My life runneth over.

Here is the surprise version of The Unexpected.

Mary Lou breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the crisp fall air. She loved to rake leaves. Rake and gloves in hand, she strolled to the back yard. She had been looking forward to this all week at work.

She stretched out the rake and dragged the first two clumps of leaves together, appreciating the mix of reds and yellow-gold shades that had symbolized the excitement of autumn to her since childhood.

Mary Lou worked steadily, enjoying the stretching of unused muscles as her pile gradually mounted. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval as a heavy gust of wind scattered a clump of the leaves, disturbing the neat pile.

Craa-ack! Mary Lou looked up just as the large branch crushed her head, shattering her skull then flattening her against the ground. Her last flickering image was the red and gold of the leaves still to fall from the trees.

That was a little heavy so let’s do a light story of The Unexpected.

 The waves danced across Lee Ann’s feet as she walked the strand, enjoying the feel of the sand scrunching between her toes. The sun was warm on her back. It was good to be back on the beach after the long winter.

Inhaling the fragrance of the salty water, she stooped to pick up a piece of shell, inspected it and dropped it back onto the beach. A piper scurried across the sand, quickly snatching a morsel from the ebbing water.

The little pipers were her favorite seabirds, though she found the pelicans and gulls interesting, too. Just thinking about the gulls seemed to bring them. A flock swept in, as if checking to see of she had brought food with her. She smiled, then frowned! Two of the gulls showed their displeasure with her presence by pooping directly on her – one on her dress, the other in her hair. ICK!

I should be able to get back to the suspense versions by Sunday. :)

FINALLY managed to get logged back on!

Here's the suspense version of my stories, both titled "The Unexpected."

The Unexpected

The front passed through with powerful winds. The old pecan tree bent and swayed. Several limbs snapped and fell but the tall, sturdy tree chiefly lost its leaves. Still it did not escape damage. One of its large, heavy branches cracked but held on, tenuously maintaining its hold.

Mary Lou breathed deeply, filling her lungs with the crisp fall air. She loved to rake leaves. Rake and gloves in hand, she strolled to the back yard. She had been looking forward to this all week at work.

She stretched out the rake and dragged the first two clumps of leaves together, appreciating the mix of reds and yellow-gold shades that had symbolized the excitement of autumn to her since childhood.

Above her the loosened branch began to sag.

Mary Lou worked steadily, enjoying the stretching of unused muscles as her pile gradually mounted. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval as heavy gusts of wind sprang up and scattered the mound of leaves, disturbing the neat pile.

Craa-ack! Mary Lou looked up just as the large branch lost its hold to the tree and fell, crushing her head, shattering her skull, then flattening her against the ground. Her last flickering image was the red and gold of the leaves still to fall from the trees.

 

That was a little heavy so let’s do a light story of The Unexpected.

 

The waves danced across Lee Ann’s feet as she walked the strand, enjoying the feel of the sand scrunching between her toes. The sun was warm on her back. It was good to be back on the beach after the long winter.

The seagulls were active in the early spring warmth. Ever searching for food they swooped and darted. Down the beach they noted the bright spot of color in Lee Ann’s dress and moved toward it.

Inhaling the fragrance of the salty water, Lee Ann stooped to pick up a piece of shell, inspected it and dropped it back onto the beach. A piper scurried across the sand, quickly snatching a morsel from the ebbing water.

The little pipers were her favorite seabirds, though she found the pelicans and gulls interesting, too. Just thinking about the gulls seemed to bring them.

A flock swept in, as if checking to see if she had brought food with her. She smiled, then frowned! Plop! Plop! Two of the gulls showed their displeasure with her presence by pooping directly on her – one on her dress, the other in her hair. ICK!

 

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