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- From: aaron@atlantis.uucp
- Subject: Clearing The Attic
- Message-ID: <1993Jan20.033030.4025@atlantis.uucp>
- Organization: Atlantis Communications, Edmonton, AB, Canada
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- Date: Wed, 20 Jan 1993 03:30:30 GMT
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- <Imagine my chagrin, just when I had thought my four-word story assignments
- were all done, and then I discover, lurking in a mailbox, a request from the
- esteemed Curtis Yarvin, using the words
-
- ping-pong paddle
- palm lotion
- panting
- pillory
-
- one of the above objects must be destroyed; two must
- become dripping wet.
-
- you have 300 words.
-
- note that palm lotion is already dripping wet.>
-
-
- Fay carried the last box down from the attic. She probably had enough for a
- good garage sale, but she might as well be thorough. Besides, she didn't want
- to leave too much behind when she moved out.
-
- She stepped on Pallas' tail, and the dog leapt up with a yelp. "Sorry, girl,"
- Fay said. That dog never learned. She set the box on the kitchen floor and
- looked inside.
-
- More junk. Of course. Nothing they had ever missed in twelve years. Nothing
- that Morton had asked for when he left. Just a bunch of junk, mostly broken.
-
- Well, those old ping-pong paddles looked salvageable. They hadn't used them
- since Morton broke the table, but they were in fine condition, albeit
- incredibly dusty. She dumped them into the pail of water and wiped them off a
- few times, then set them on a towel.
-
- Underneath those was what looked like an old hunk of wood. She pulled it out,
- and remembered what it was. That stupid pillory that Morton had picked up
- from that souvenir shop, that had ripped a big hole in the painting she had
- bought. And then he'd just tossed it up in the attic, and they never saw it
- again. Maybe somebody would buy it here. She wiped it off with the rag.
-
- Pallas lay on the floor watching her, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Stupid
- dog, she thought. Morton wouldn't even take her when he left. What the hell
- am I going to do with her?
-
- One more thing left in the box. A tube of palm lotion. Right--they'd found
- out it was toxic, and never used it.
-
- An idea came to her. With a grin, she tossed it to Pallas. "Eat it up,
- doggie," she said. Pallas chewed on the tube gladly.
-
-
- --
- ---Alfvaen(Still looking for "October's Baby")
- "I tell everyone a different story...that way nothing's ever boring." ---Jane Siberry
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