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| Madyakka's recent Blog entry. | A small town Christmas ( 1743 reads) | Thursday, November 12, 2009 (11:18:00) | | | It was Friday night, and as per usual Officer Shaw was the last to leave the diner,
four cups of coffee and the same old conversations later, she bid him goodnight.
Tiredness overcame her as she locked the door and turned for home.
A fresh bed of virgin snow lay on the ground; house lights glowed in the distance,
a thousand familiar, watchful eyes in the cold winter’s night. Gun-metal blue smoke bellowed from their chimney tops’, the waiting promise of warmth, comfort and family.
Looking across the street and into the park her weariness subsided as childhood memories of Christmas engulfed her mind; the snow laden branches of the giant Norfolk pines, under which she and her friends had once built snowmen and played snowball tag. The frozen pond spanned by the remembrance bridge where she first learned to skate, and the bridge itself, the very place where she had first kissed Tommy Shaw some 10 years earlier. She loved this small town; its people, its simplicity and its consistency, hell, even its small town politics. She only ran the family diner, but she was content.
With childish-glee she broke the perfect surface of the snow as she trudged her way towards the park. Like an intrepid explorer setting foot on new ground for the first time, every step was an adventure even though she had walked this route a thousand times or more. Her mother always waited for her to get home safe, and as usual she could see the downstairs light on the other side of the park.
It was two days until Christmas, and it would be the first year she would spend with her family and her husband to be. Jak was a kind, gentle man, although 15 years older than she was, they were inseparable. Of Cajun descent, he moved into town last year to shed his former broken self after losing his wife and daughter in a car accident two years earlier.
As she passed the remembrance bridge the thought of making snow angels crossed her mind and she let out an impish giggle. She stopped, and took in a deep breath of the crisp smoke-infused winter air. Bar the low growl of a logging truck in the distance the night was silent and still. She wrapped her scarf carefully around her chilled face and started for home.
For a split second, she heard a sound like a child opening a candy wrapper. She turned to meet a plastic bag being forced over her head; her screams were cut short by a violent to jerk to the neck that left her on her back, dazed, choking, and nauseous. Struggling for breathe the pressure and pain increased around her neck as she was dragged through the snow on her back. Unable to breathe let alone scream she clawed franticly at the plastic. Fear driven adrenaline flowed through her veins as she fought for her life. She managed to puncture the thick plastic with her thumb nail, she tore a small opening and inhaled deep labored breathes, regaining herself and about to scream she felt a blow to her head and then nothing.
Freezing cold, she came to with a searing pain in her head. She could feel her underwear at her knees and the snow against her bare flesh. She knew she had been violated and started to cry. Through her tears and pain she heard a familiar white-noise, and then a woman’s voice. “We have a possible two-six-one-A in progress in the park, Tommy, are you still in the vicinity?” Her screams pierced the night, two shots rang out in the darkness and then silence; two contorted and lifeless snow angels slowly formed a bloody bond in their cold-white resting place. | Last 10 News Submissions: |
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Re: Madyakka's yakka
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by sschubert on Tuesday, November 10, 2009 (22:24:05) |
OHHH I can do both coherent & incoherent - LOVE IT!!!
You have been hit by the page raider- have a lovely evening!
XOXOXO
Steph 
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