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June 24, 2005

From the Comments: Darleen

Seven generations. Sarah looks up at her life's home. The gardens in the back have hosted uncounted family weddings, the parlor in front the final farewells. The sweeping porches have welcomed calling Congressmen and humble trick-or-treaters.

Councilman Stroue can't disguise his triumph, "It's mine now. Well, for the good of the community, of course."

Her home's too valuable to be trusted to her. So the city took it.

Stroue is taking over the third floor as his private offices.

Sarah looks into his eyes and pushes the button, the pressure of the blast lifting her straight into Stroue's stunned face.

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Comments

whoa! Thanks all!

I need to write pissed off a bit more often, it seems.

:-)

Posted by: Darleen at June 24, 2005 9:36 PM · Permalink