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"If this man approaches you" warned the TV news, as Jen made tea, "keep engagement to a minimum and call the police." The photo on screen showed her guest, the man sitting in her parlour, who’d introduced himself as the new parish priest.
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Posted in response to @feltbuzz's ZapFic240 Monday contest
The prompt is Minimum
The image is my own.
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Her mistake was opening the door. I never do that. I have no problem turning a deaf ear to a knock or a doorbell.
My father would never allow us to open the door to anyone, unless they identified themselves by calling through the letterbox. Now I have a 7ft gate with no intercom, I think I've cracked it:)
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Now that might just be the most interesting person to have tea with and chat about information and perspective. Or... What is it? Believing the media or regarding all sides of the story?
Hahaha. He just introduced himself as the parish priest...In this case, believe the media.
I hope she's packing.
Hahaha. The only defence we ladies this side of the Atlantic have against intruders, is our wits. She has some rat poison under the sink. She slips it in the tea and serves it to him, with some of her almond cookies in case he notices the almondy aroma:)
This approximates the plot of one of my stories...I thought it was too dark too publish😂
Oh no! You've caught me! I can read your mind...and you should be ashamed of yourself:)
No one is packing on that side of the ocean? No civilians!? Where I now live, nearly everyone is.
OK! Or perhaps she keeps a bit of poisonous water hemlock in her teas stash for certain tea drinking visitors. She could serve it with carrot cake, to mask the carroty odor. I dream of doing that, but I'm afraid someone unintended might poison themselves. Or myself, if I am ever daft with old age.
If you're a farmer or a member of a gun club, you can apply for a firearms licence, but gun ownership is rare here. The crazy thing is you have to keep your gun in a secure cabinet, in case you might need it to stop an intruder:)
How times have changed! My younger brother had a gun rack, with four or five rifles and shotguns in it, all pointing out a window toward a neighbor's house. Boxes of ammunition were stored in unsecured drawers at the bottom of the rack. We all went on vacation and asked another neighbor's kid to feed the dog while we were gone. He of course went up to mess with the guns, one of which must have been loaded, and shot into the first mentioned neighbor's bedroom. As far as I know, no one got into trouble.
Bloody kids! Can't stand the little blighters!:)
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A grudge is a grudge, I guess :)
My .380 Bersa Thunder (the 7 foot gate while on the road) lies here locked & loaded beside me on the sleeper bunk as I spend another sleepless night inside the city limits of another leftist loony ran cesspool. Tampa Florida.
I shit you not DeeDubbya. At a stop light less than a mile from here a zombie like vagrant stood there with his hand out. The other rubbing his tummy in a circular motion while staring up at me. Had I rolled down the window I Might have heard him mumbling...
Now a kick in the balls by surprise and escape from house!
Exactly!
#hive #posh
They write songs about Dads n Moms.
At least they do about mine...
Daddy...
Mommy...
Even after all this time has passed they are still hard to listen too.
Ain't Life Just Wonderful..?
I have no children. By choice...