“I can’t believe we’re moving again!” Jon cried. “It’s been less than a year since we moved here!”

Cheryl nodded, smiling. “I know! I can’t believe it!”

“You actually like this, don’t you?” Jon said. “You’re one sick puppy.” He gave her a quick kiss and went back to packing the shelves’ contents into boxes.

Cheryl laughed. “It’s true. And if I’m a sick puppy and you’re with me, what does that make you?”

“Hmm,” Jon replied absently as he looked at the object in his hands.

“A ‘sick puppy’ was the answer we were looking for,” Cheryl said. “Thanks for playing. Uh, what have you got there?”

“Have a look,” Jon said, turning to show her.

“What the hell?” Cheryl said, staring at what he held. Then she snatched it from him saying, “But we threw this out!”

Jon was pale. “I know. It came back.” He shuddered. “We’re going to have to…

 


In other news, our (real-life) move is done in the sense that our crap is moved. Our unpacking, however, has just begun. Still, I’ve managed to carve space for my computer and we even have the internets, so maybe I’ll get some posts up here soon.

Story Start 21: Nomads of the Northwest
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4 thoughts on “Story Start 21: Nomads of the Northwest

  • 06-25-2012 at 5:00 am
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    My first thought was wondering if poor Jon and Cheryl tossed a box they meant to move and kept this unwanted box instead. Have they figured out yet if they are missing anything?

    Best of luck unpacking!

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    • 06-25-2012 at 11:45 am
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      Ah, the beauty of the add-on story is that it is up to someone (anyone) to say what happens next, so no wondering is required!

      Funny, my thoughts for possible next steps in the story tend towards some kind of sinister mystery. I think your scenario is so realistic a possibility during moving, it is scarier than anything I would have come up with. [shudder]

      Thank you for the wish of luck! I’ll take it.

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  • 07-20-2012 at 7:42 am
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    . . . wait until sundown to drive this out to the edge of town.Where’s that old rug we were going to drop off at the Goodwill?

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    • 07-20-2012 at 1:23 pm
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      “I took it to Goodwill,” Cheryl said, smacking Jon on top of the head. “Look, we already got rid of this…abomination. Yet here it is.”

      Jon shook his head. “You’re right. So… Burn it? Sink it? Or should we just…

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