Gather Ye Rosebuds... Wee #25
"Bye, Sharon."
The door closed.
I wasn't getting any younger. My youthful demeanour was fast becoming a shallow frontage to my excesses.
I regarded my diary - Jan 7.30pm, Nora 9pm - what a quandary; I was never going to finish with Jan by nine.
My cellphone rang - Karen.
"Hi, Kaz, how you doing?”
"Fine. You haven't forgotten tonight?"
"Um, no. What time you coming over?"
"I'll be on your stoop at ten, as arranged."
"Right, see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
George wilted.
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-02-17 06:05
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Haha - very good, George, though I'm a bit miffed that the thought of Karen made him wilt.
Thanks for the laughs.
Cheers
Karen |
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| Really like the title, and the story. That George is a big fat you-know-what. Oh, but, apparently not as big a you-know-what as he used to be... |
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Comment by: wizzer - 2008-02-13 03:26
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poor old george, what a dilema.
very cute story about a naughty fellow.
good pacing
xxx geo |
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| I see George is back to his old habits. I suppose you can survive being killed by your twin, but it takes a lot more to take the two-timing Fellini out of George. |
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Thanks, Vickie, George has a bad reputation here, anyway. Plus you are forgetting Sharon and Jan.
GeorgeF. |
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