Of Corn Dogs Cooking
Posted on September 26th, 2005
The windows flashed white; a scream tore through the curtain dividing the two rooms. The click quietly by surely caught my attention from through the door. Click. The room flickered as voices rose in unison. A gun shot rang out. Click. ... Click Once it had been determined that the clicking of the oven cooking the corn dogs could not be halted, and that the tv still had the attention of a pair of eyes, I resolved to try to get to sleep anyway. Yet even when the dogs had sated an appetite and the television had fallen silent, I was lay awake, distracted by the subtle, but eerie pulsing glow of the laptop standby light. And finally, through the bleary eyed fog of sleep I was woken in the morning by the strangely ice-cream truck-like melody of a cell phone alarm.Entry Filed under: Other
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