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Seeking The Squeaking

Seeking The Squeaking.

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Seeking the Squeaking
By Kat McMann

As he lay in bed he could hear a squeak coming from somewhere in the house. He was too engrossed in the show on T.V. to give it much of a thought. Where was she, he wondered, as he lay there alone going over the day’s events in his mind. Why was she so cold to him these days. He didn’t understand what was happening between them. She seemed shut off for some reason and he couldn’t figure out why.

As the network broke for a commercial he turned down the volume, threw back the bed covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He could hear that squeaking again. He scratched his head.

“Hey honey, where are you? You coming to bed?” he shouted out the open bedroom door.

As she heard his voice, she paused, hand frozen over her mouse and the squeaking stopped. She had to move quickly. She could hear her her husband moving through the house. She said a swift good night to her lover and closed her PC down. She tidied up her desk and took a deep breath. Shaking out her hair she put on her best face to face him.

As he was coming down the hallway to find out if she was ever coming back to bed with him again, she was making herself a mental note.

“I must get myself a pad for this mouse first thing in the morning!”

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Soul Mates Forever

Soul Mates Forever.

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Soul Mates Forever

Soul Mates Forever

All of a sudden, she was aware she was dreaming.  She loved dreaming. There she was skipping and dancing through a field full of wild flowers with the sun shining down on her face. She was happy in her dream. She hadn’t been happy in a long time.  Not until she had met a man online whom she believed was her soul mate and the man she had been looking for her whole life.  The sun was so bright she had to close her eyes. When a big, puffy cloud passed in front of it she opened them again.

As soon as her eyes opened she saw the light.  It was a big, round light shining down on her. She tried to turn her head to look around but the doctor who was standing next to her bed, patted her shoulder and said, “Welcome back”.

She looked up at him, confused at first, and then her memories came flooding into her mind and the tears streamed down her face.

She had been on her way to meet her love, for the first time, the night before.  The last thing she remembered about the accident was seeing the truck that was trying to avoid a deer, approaching on her side of the road.

“I know you’ve been through a lot”, he continued, ” but rest assured I was able to repair the damages caused to your face”.

As he handed her a mirror, she gazed at the reflection.

How could this be?

It was……… of him.

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