Table Runners

Fri, 25 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

She sat trembling at the same speed as her motor. She tried to calm down, but her tummy hurt, and she couldn’t let go of the steering wheel. She couldn’t see across the road. She could hardly see the resolute traffic moving slowly through the heavy snowfall. The drive from her home to the Truck stop usually only took 35 minutes. Today it took an hour and 10 minutes. The road was slick with heavy slush, and whiteouts blurred fields of fallen corn stalks. Panther noticed that her teeth were chattering, and her fingers were sore. She let go of the steering wheel and sighed. The Truck stop was filling up fast as travelers sought respite from the gales. Lake effect flurries my ass, she thought sourly. This was no lake effect. This was a blizzard from the plains, and now she would miss the party, damn it. Lady Swan had called a long while back and said she was at a crawl on the Thruway, and wasn’t sure what to do. Panther told her this was the next exit after, and Swan should try for it, where there was ample lodging.

Mental Institution Weekend

Sun, 13 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000

Part 3

Chapter 6: The Wet Pack Treatment (or it’s a wrap)

I am not sure how long I had slept but after Patti gave me my breakfast shake I fell into a deep sleep. The next thing I knew I was looking up into the face of Dr. Smith. She said hello, and that she needed to discuss my treatment. “Mr. Murphy all the test we did on you yesterday show that you will be the perfect candidate for this therapy, and I would very much like you to under go this treatment."

Wetpack on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Table Runners

Mental Institution Weekend

Part 3

Chapter 6: The Wet Pack Treatment (or it’s a wrap)