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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA 
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If you haven't read parts I, II and III...please do so as this will make far more sense. And for everyone who stuck with me on this one...thank you) Susan was frozen in fright. As much as she wanted to move, she was helpless to do anything but stand there and watch as the doorknob began to turn and the door slowly swung open. A thousand thoughts all raced through her head at once as fear choked off her breathing. “I’m going to die here,” she thought; and death almost seemed welcome compared to what she worried might take place before hand. The door swung inward, more now and the sight beyond the threshold was enough to make her feel faint. Standing in the doorway was none other than John in all his glory. Waves of relief washed over her and she ran into his arms. “Wow!” He smiled and said, “ what ever did I do to deserve a greeting like that?” “What are you doing back, never mind, I don’t even care. I have never been so happy to see anyone in my entire life,” Susan ratted off. “Whoa, slow down a minute and breathe,” John said, grabbing her arm and leading her over to the couch. “What’s going on?” Susan explained every detail from the noises and the phone being dead, to Sam’s whine and him not coming back. The fright in her words quite evident and John patiently waited for her to finish before he spoke. “In case you didn’t notice, we are getting quite the storm out there. I’m sure the noises you heard were just the wind blowing the patio furniture off. I noticed it when I came home. The telephone has been off nearly since I left; the storm must have blown down a line somewhere. I tried to call to let you know I was coming back, I forgot something for my presentation tomorrow. If I know Sam, he slipped into a rabbit hole somewhere and is too ashamed to come home. I’ll be willing to bet he’ll be standing on the front porch tomorrow morning with his tail between his legs. See there’s nothing to worry about. Do you want to go with me to San Francisco?” Susan felt foolish, as tempting as the offer was, she couldn’t let John see how worried she really was. Besides, she had writing that needed finished and was actually looking forward to some time alone to get it done. “No, I think I’ll just stay here, you’re right, I just let my imagination get carried away. You know what an imagination I have,” she said as she winked at him. “I’ll tell you what, I still have a little time, how about I get you a sleeping pill to help you rest and stay here with you until you fall asleep?” He walked over to the kitchen counter, took out a bottle of pills, offering her one and a glass of water. Susan swallowed the tiny green pill and took his arm and led him upstairs. She snuggled under the covers while he lay beside her on top of the bed. The experiences of the night had taken their toll and his words, almost whispered, lulled her off to sleep. She never moved half an hour later when John rose from the bed. He smiled as he looked back and closed the bedroom door slightly. He gathered his papers he needed and his coat and locked the door behind him. Running late, he hurried off in his car, the house lights reflecting in his rearview mirror. John hadn’t been gone more than an hour or so when from the depths of her drug induced sleep Susan heard a jingling of something in the lock. She listened as the door opened and followed soft footsteps up the stairs. She smiled from the recesses of her dreams somewhere and thought to herself,” I wonder what he forgot this time” as she drifted back into oblivion. “Flight 509 to San Francisco, boarding at gate 9.” John hurried through the airport to catch his flight wishing he could get over the sinking feeling that he had left something else at home he should have taken with him. “Oh well,” he thought to himself. “I’ll just pick it up there. This is going to be a great trip.” He smiled as he handed the flight attendant his ticket and boarded the plane. The End (Oh, do you hate me for that???  )------------------ This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends. ~Eurpides |
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johnt300 Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214san diego, ca. |
Hey, that's not very fair. Where's part V? Excellent little story by the way. would love it if you kept up the prose, though I know it is more time consuming. See ya... Tyson |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Nooooooo!!...that is so unfair hoot! Ahhh stammering....I could let my imagination finish this...but unfortunately you led me down a sorrowful path my friend. Great job! |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
First Michael gives me a partially finished story tonight and now you! Don't you people know that stopping a good story mid-stride is like reading a half-finished book??? Now ruth, go back to your keyboard and FINISH IT!!!! please??? |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
OH NO!!!!!! Dear Lady PLEASE!!!!! There's more! There has to be!!!!I'm sitting here hanging by a thread! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Thank you everyone and how do I say this...LOL...IT IS FINISHED!! Hey I painted the picture, set the scene, it's up to your minds to create the ending...although I fear the picture I painted be not a good one. I liked keeping you all hanging by the way ;-) |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Brava!! I like to use my mind to finish this in several different ways!! Great job Hoot!!! Jenny |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Jenny, thanks for all your comments on each one of these postings...much appreciated |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Hoot...I read all of the posts and felt like I was hanging in suspense the whole time and then you leave me hanging again. Very good read!! Would really like to see more!!! ------------------ If you love me like music, I'll be your song. ~Heart~ Dreamboat Annie |
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