When Art Imitates Life Imitates Art...

So, it was 11:35pm, and I had just written the following line...

Fear… no, it was greater than fear. Panic…

And the telephone started ringing. Instantly my brain went into overdrive... a pang of fear, nope, it was more than that, I had to stop myself from panicing. I started to worry about all the reasons we could be getting a phone call at this late hour. Something happened to Granddad...? Something happened to my brother or dad...? After letting it ring for a few rings, I finally answered it.

It was a /wrong/ number... some young person, who did actually sound quite young. I'm guessing someone needed a ride home and tried to call mommy and daddy for the ride... and while that's potentially bad for them, it was a relief for me.

Please Help My Little Friend

I've been seeing these things popping up all over the place recently, and while clicking to help some of my friends hatch their dragons, I came across one of my own. Please click on the egg to help my little one survive...

This Week

( The Week from My Stable )