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Dalek Chick
Two geeky ladies enjoying life and sharing it for your entertainment.
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| He may just call in a favor from some friends. |
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| From an old acct. I haven't had a Blackberry in a looonnng time. |
Flip through a magazine and create a story around the first image you see.
She walked through her garden as best she could; these days arthritis made it difficult for her to attempt even the simplest of tasks, but she wholeheartedly refused to let it keep her from her garden. It was her sanctuary, the place she came to remember her first date with George, who had later become her husband and, eventually, the father of her three children. In her garden, George was still alive and she was still a young and slender 18 year old woman in a long white dress slowly walking up the aisle of a little country church. She was the frightened young woman in a hospital bed clinging tightly to George's hand as their first child, a girl, made her grand entrance into the world. She was even the anxious mother sitting in the waiting room clinging tightly to George's hand as that same daughter transformed her into a doting grandmother. She had many happy memories of her life, most of them taking place with George at her side, and she relived each one here among her collection of various flowers and plants every day, even the day she closed her eyes to follow George into Heaven. She pruned her favorite rose bush, the same roses she'd carried in her bouquet all those years ago, and tenderly held some to her nose and inhaled their sweet aroma. Her knees bothered her particularly badly that day, so she shuffled over to the little bench she had placed near the roses only a few months earlier. She sat cradling the pruned roses in her hand; a single tear rolled down her wrinkled and careworn face and dropped softly onto the petals as she whispered his name, the last thing that would ever pass through her lips. She closed her eyes as her broken heart stopped beating, her breath leaving in a soft exhale, and she was whole once more.