12/15/2023 0 Comments Hocus focus mr.chuckles page![]() She stared speechless for a moment, fear pounding through her heart. A giant mutant turtle wearing an eye bandana and holding a sword, a bizarre rubbery faced creature with a giant tuft of yellow hair and a ghost. She gasped at the hideous deformities standing on her porch. She peered through the curtains on the door. Why are children at my house in the middle of the night?" On the other side she heard giggles and thumpings. ![]() "Who on earth could that be?" Birdy asked, starting towards the door. Maggie barked, lifting her head and staring at the door. I'll do it my way."īirdy started to put the silverware back into the container when the doorbell rang. ![]() Going through my things, rearranging again." She pulled out the silverware container and emptied it out. "Was Karen here today?" she asked Maggie. She went over to her drawers and opened them, musing to herself. The wooden cabinets gleamed, the sink sparkled, the dishes were put away, there was nothing on the gas stove except the tea kettle. It's so frustrating." Birdy wandered into the kitchen and stared at it as if it were the first time she had ever been there. "It seems like every time I remember a snatch of a thought, I forget it immediately. Maggie snuffled as if in sympathy, her gray flecked nose raised towards her mistress, who stared back at her with glassy blue eyes, white hair tangled around her shoulders from pulling at it as she struggled for lost memories. Now, I can't even stand up straight anymore. She shut the curtains again and wandered back into the living room. She heard the wind picking up, rattling her windows, and a snatch of cold air fingered her. I know that something happens today but I can't put my finger on it." "You're feeling old too, aren't you Maggie? I guess you're entitled to whatever heat you can find in this drafty old house."īirdy shuffled back over to the window and pulled at the curtains again. No wonder I'm freezing to death." Birdy pulled her knitted shawl a little tighter across her thin bony shoulders. Birdy shuffled over to the big black dog. There was a noncommittal grunt from the living room where Maggie lay across the heating vent. Birdy decided not to push the dial up another notch, after all, if she couldn't stand a little cold now, how would she survive the brutal winter sallying forth. She pressed her glasses harder against her nose and squinted again. The numbers swam in front of her decaying vision, another taunting jab at old age settling in to claim her. Birdy hobbled over to the thermostat and peered at it. Inside her small home, the furnace rattled and chugged as it struggled to provide meager amounts of heat to the tiny wooden cottage. Birdy's bones ached at the thought of impending snow, and she shut her curtains to the knowing wink of the moon. Another winter was quickly approaching, a season of white death for an old woman. A sliver of the moon glowed in the autumn sky like a thought half forgotten.
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