A surprise ride  #FinishTheStory

A surprise ride #FinishTheStory

Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy.

But she had to first lookout for her father.  She decided on taking the ride in the afternoon, when father would be away and the place deserted.

But the excitement of the ride got the better of Delphine.  She phoned her best friend Carol and told her about it.

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Brave Mothers #FinishTheStory

Courtesy Barbara W Beacham

“They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.”

“The pride of lions looked at each other, satisfied with the direction the buffaloes were going.  It was just a matter of time now.  They were three.  The plan was to encircle and isolate one of the calves.

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Pizza Treat for me #FinishTheStory

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

‘Pizza anyone?’

‘Is it veg or non-veg?’ a voice asked.  It was Neeta.  My eldest daughter.  Ever since she got an Indian boyfriend,  she asks these weird questions.  It’s just food.  Eat it.

‘Not agaaaiin..’ drawled Suzy, the middle one.  She had by now given up on my culinary skills.  She would now calculate the calories using some stupid app and will announce it to everybody.

‘266 calories for every 100 grams!  Nah.. too fattening.’

When I was young,  pizza was a special treat.  It could brighten up my day.

‘Darling,  you know it’s too much for me.  All that white bread, and cheese.  Diabetes,’  my husband shrugged and joined the bandwagon.

‘Mom, I will have dinner at Stu’s birthday party,’ quipped my youngest Max.

Why did I even bother to order?  Now I would have to eat the whole pizza.

Perhaps I knew that.  Now I can relish it alone.

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The real Brigadier #FinishTheStory

A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.

The Brigadier was staring at the body when a group of villagers ran into the house.  They looked agitated.

‘This cannot go on,’ they said in unison.  ‘We cannot have a gang of thieves living in the village and shooting people.  The police is toothless.’

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