Malee placed the card into her wallet and walked around as Michael went into a gardening store at the other side of the mall. Malee stared at the various dresses on the display and remembered the time she went for shopping with Georgia. She wondered if the card that Michael had given her ability to…
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Writers’ Journal #221 – Fried Potato – 104
“Lets do some shopping before going back.” suggested Michael to which Malee readily agreed. That was her intention before the sudden mini-riot in the morning. Perhapps , she might bump into her friends once again in the mall. She nodded to the suggestion and followed Michael into the mall. It was indeed just as what…
Writers’ Journal #220 – Fried Potato – 103
“Lets go” said George as he got up from the chair and led the commissioner to out of the door. Mary followed them closely and they could hear the car leaving the garage soon after. Malee sighed and so did Michael. They looked at one another and laughed at the silliness of the situation. Inside,…
Writers’ Journal #219 – Fried Potato – 102
Once in the room, Mary ran up to George and hugged him tightly. She must have been in great worry as soon as she had heard about George from the commissioner. She stared at Malee who quickly looked down on the floor and twisted her legs. She would get a scolding from Mary later, Malee…
Writers’ Journal #218 – Fried Potato – 101
“Yes.” both Malee and Michael replied in one voice. “I am sorry about what happened. My friends ..” said Malee. “I chose to come by myself. Nothing to do with you or your friends.” said George, cutting Malee’s apology. He rose up from the sofa and walked over to the table and sat down. “Where…
Writers’ Journal #217 – Fried Potato – 100
The commissioner nodded and both of them left the room by the door to the garage. Malee could hear the car leaving the safe house as she looked over at George, lying on the sofa. He looked like boy she first met so many years ago, unlike the man in the coffee shop. Malee went…
Writers’ Journal #216 – Fried Potato – 99
George stood up , nearly tipping over the glass on the table, and grabbed his jacket and cap. He walked a few steps towards the door and collapsed, leaving Malee and the commissioner with mouths opened in shock. Malee grabbed the phone and dialed the one person she was hoping that she didn’t have to…
Writers’ Journal #215 – Fried Potato – 98
Suddenly, George stood up. “I am fine. Lets go somewhere.” Malee and the commissioner looked at each other in unison. George looked more like a drunk men that she had seen many times, including her father, than a man in contrl of his thoughts. The commissioner wondered if he should contact George’s father at all….
Writers’ Journal #214 – Fried Potato – 97
Malee had no doubt about the effects of the hot weather on George but she doubted that was the only reason for George to look that way.
Writers’ Journal #213 – Fried Potato – 96
The man walked over to the car and opened the door. “Out!” said the man to which the plain-clothed police man complied wiithout any objections. He flew out of the car as fast as any that Malee had everthought possible, considering his size. The mysterious man came in and reversed the car and drove to…