Good Wednesday evening, my Peeps. It is Friday Fictioneers time and, though my head is stuffy and my mind fuzzy, I wanted to play with you. With a little idea from Frank at A Frank Angle, I came up with this. Thank you, always to our leader, Rochelle, for keeping us cats in line. And this week, thank you to Karen Rawson for this wonderful picture.
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A Run in the Woods
Frank and his dog Zeus loved to run in the backwoods. It was quiet and they rarely encountered other people. Every time they got to the stairs leading to the top of the hill, Frank made like Rocky and ran up, taking them two at a time, pumping his arms in the air once he reached the top. Zeus danced around him enthusiastically.
Frank decided to run down but he missed a step near the end, rolled, and landed flat on his back in the mud, staring up, wind knocked out of him, ankle broken.
That was graceful, eh Zeus?
There are times when you can be at the “right place at the right time” or “right place, wrong time” or “wrong place, wrong time”, or even “wrong place, right time”. All a question of perspective, I guess. Or is it more?
Meeting up with an old friend in a place neither of you usually frequents, getting that great photograph at the perfect moment, just missing your train/bus/plane, being splashed with slush by an driver who did or did not see you standing there not paying attention ~ these are some of those moments.
Last night my boys and I decided to go into to town to the only movie theatre still playing the third part of The Hobbit, The Battle of the Five Armies. The movie started at 8:30 pm so we had to leave between 7:30 and 7:45 to give us time to get there, park and purchase our tickets.
Well, we leave at about 7:40 and make our way to the highway. We drive for about 3-4 km and traffic stops. I mean. Stops. Not slows down to a crawl. Total stop. Ah hell we all think and say. What is going on? Suddenly we hear sirens and see two police cars come up on the left shoulder; then two more on the right one followed by two fire trucks and finally an ambulance. This is NOT a good sign. Oh I hope it’s not too serious.
Iain cranes his neck and sees that the pedestrian overpass seems to be cut in half! Holy Toledo! This highway is divided by a median so we cannot just simply turn around and go back where we came from. Or can we? Yes, we can! Some fancy manoeuvering and we are turning around onto the shoulder and are now being directed by the police through a passageway created by them, which allows us to go up on the exit and over the highway so we can go home!
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Needless to say, even though the boys were disappointed about the movie, I was super grateful that we had not left two minutes earlier…