The clearance section brought happiness to the same cat who was heart broken over a little tree.
It’s with great horror I open the door.
Unique characters. Beautifully crafted work. Such style and grace! Uhh…
“No! Oh,no!” My eyes bulge from their sockets. “What does it mean?! What did they take? Who are they? Why do these evil people have such good taste in crafting a note?”
I’m horrified. Still drawn to the pretty letters. I’m sad. I’m feeling a lose. How could someone just take my most precious thing?
“What’s missing?” My mind crafts pictures
“My Commander Ren and Stimpy action figures! These are sick people! Twisted! Deplorable! No, they are still here on fireplace mantel. Next to Grandfather’s mantel clock from 1896.” The pain of being lost on thought decries my voice.
“Oh snap! It’s my leather bound set of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy! Oh these are ruthless sickest. They probably parked in front of the fire hydrant too. Or the Handicapped space.” My feet pick up the pace.
“Oh it’s still there! What the hell did they take?!” Anger surfaces within me “Where’s my wife? They took Collen! Oh,they’ll return her in about two hours. Unless she’s bound and gagged. Then I have the afternoon free.”
“Who are you talking too!” A voice comes through a door.
“Oh, I thought you were kidnapped. I had this note. My most precious is gone. I can’t figure out what it is? Isn’t this crazy?” I try to reason with her
“You idiot! The dog! They took the dog!” She reminds me in a very hostile way.
“Oh that’s what’s missing? Well, they get in touch. It says so right here on the note.” I’m relieved.
How local? My new home in another state, 1930 miles on the West side of me now. But let’s go with my current local. Home is where the heart is…. Be it fuzzy or not. One in a beam of light. And the other in his winter plug in home.