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…
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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…
Writers’ Journal #212 – Fried Potato – 95
“Yes Malee. Where are you? I’ve been trying to look for you.” said Mary in a worried tone. Malee explained to her what had happened and added that someone else was with her too. Mary sighed and understood what she had to do. She asked for the name of the name of the man in…
Writers’ Journal #211 – Fried Potato – 94
They arrived at the central police station soon after and Malee immediately noticed the newly coated paints on the building as well as several other improvements to it. The ground had become larger with several large trees on the premise, giving it a more welcoming look than one would expect from a police station. They…
Writers’ Journal #210 – Fried Potato – 93
The stench within the bus and the heat made him dizzy till George had to hold on to the pole besides him. He could only hope the sticky substance he felt on the pole could be washed easily later. The bus swayed and horned as the traffic became heavier as they approached the city’s central….