A Volkswagen Beetle collided with a parked car in slow motion causing the owner of said parked car to confront the Volkswagen driver. She got out of her car flailing her arms and protesting. Jenn couldn't hear her words but she was certain the driver was citing lack of control due to the slick streets. The owner of the Prius with the crumpled bumper was having none of it. The rest of the drive was slow but uneventful. They arrived at Toby's apartment thirty minutes later. “No offense but I thought we were never going get here,” Jenn confided with relief. “None taken. Well, this is home sweet home such as it is,” he said opening his arms wide and presenting it to her. Jenn took in her surroundings. It was a small apartment, barely larger than a studio, crammed with books, electronic toys and computer equipment. The large wooden spool that served as a kitchen table, was littered with pizza boxes. Shelves made with cinder blocks and wooden planks held an assortment of cds and dvds. An open lap top computer sat on the battered, pock-marked, oak finished coffee table, the worn black vinyl couch and its matching recliner were lined up in front of a large flat screen television. She'd seen worse. It …show more content…
What had Bobby said or done in the lab that had shaken him so? The best way to get someone to confide in you is to show genuine concern and share confidences. If Toby thought they were sharing confidences he might be more apt to confide things of genuine importance. She stripped off her black dress slacks and blouse and folded them carefully. She wasn't sure how she'd explain wearing the same outfit to work tomorrow if they had to come in but she'd think of something. Jenn put on the thermal henley and the sweat pants and examined her reflection in bathroom mirror. They were ill-fitting but not too bad. At least she would be warm. Maybe Toby had a thing for girls wearing baggy
“A friend of mine, Barbara Silva, a nurse at Waltham school was driving to work on Route 128 when another car suddenly cut her off. For some reason the truck ahead of [that car] braked abruptly and [the car] banged into it. She slammed into [the car]. It was a horrible accident. It could have been avoided if [the other car] hadn’t jumped lanes.
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
After some time driving around, they eventually decided to drive past Timothy Smith’s house but were stopped by a roadblock that had been set up by police. When someone from the car asked an officer if a traffic accident was causing the delay the officer responded by saying there had been a “people accident,” Frida Smith said.
One grieving woman kept getting one parking ticket after another. Her judge demanded to know why she was having such a difficult time. When she answers, he is so stunned that she has to repeat herself.
When you think of home, most of the time thoughts of love, warmth and family come to mind. Although a drab exterior , it is no difference for the thousands of people who reside in the Robert Taylor Homes on the Southside
It had three men inside; the driver began to gaze at the family. The driver got out of the car and stood beside it. All three men had guns; the children screamed again saying “we had an ACCIDENT.” The kids started to make him nervous with the questions they were asking; so he told the mother to get the kids over beside her. June asked him why he was telling them what to do.
It is July 4, 1969 in Vallejo California, Darlene Ferrin picks up Mike Mageau from his house and are heading to a Mr. ED`s a burger and fries restaurant. When they arrive it is too crowded and decide to go somewhere quiet to spend time together. Darlene and Mike are laughing and smiling when all of the sudden a car parks behind them and turns the car off. After a couple of seconds the car drives off without any act...
The day started like any other for George. He did his normal patrol of his neighborhood. “Everything looks good”. George loved his job as neighborhood watch captain of Twin Lakes. Everyone respected and loved him. He was also felt great about protecting his neighborhood from anything strange and unusual. George decided he want to sit there for a while to make sure everything was going to stay okay. As he is sitting in his car he notices something
Daria and her lover, Tom, were crossing the road on a pedestrian crossing when Tom was hit and killed by a car being negligently driven by Steve. The car missed Daria by inches. Since the incident Daria has had frequent nightmares and has been unable to return to work.
It is 8:45 and Paul has just gotten on the interstate to make his normal commute to Longview from Tyler. About halfway there, Paul notices a state trooper right behind him. He frantically checks his speed! Too late!!!!!! The state trooper turns on his lights. Not only was Paul speeding, but now he will be late to a very important meeting at work.
Similarly, the furniture in the house is as sullen as the house itself. What little furniture is in the house is beaten-up; this is a symbol of the dark setting. The oak bed is the most important p...
Wrecking a piece of furniture within not even five hours of living here, that’s a brand new record! She solemnly thought as she propped up both halves of the bookshelf. The previous owners of the house generously relinquished their pieces of antique furniture, which included the bookshelf.
As I depart from the kitchen, I walk into the living room. There is a terrifying ugly brown couch with a crocheted throw draped over it. Two more Lazy-Boy chairs sit by it. On the opposite side of the room from me is a stone fireplace with shelves built on either side of it. These shelves are filled with books on every topic one can think of. Subjects range from the Civil War to cooking and mechanics. Above the fireplace rests an old, dependable clock. As it strikes the hour with its dings and dongs, I know I am where I belong. I am home.
As I look back on my childhood a great number of memories hide in my mind; sleepovers with friends, hanging upside down on the monkey bars, eating ice cream are but a few. The one memory that doesn't hide is of the postcard perfect house that I love and adore. From the hearty cattails and rose brown apple trees to the grilled cheese, this place reminds me of my childhood fun but also the love that my whole family shared. The red brick house and its surroundings will keep my memories forever.
Finally it passed through the other side followed by an eerie screeching sound. The dreadful sound was emanating from the dry rotted tires that were rubbing against the rails. After the car emerged from the exit of the car wash, it was then wiped dry by the co-workers of the car wash. Watching the employee’s wipe the car I could hear the boy my age say, “I feel bad for who ever owns that car”. The car was fully washed and ready to go as one of the staff members approached the benched and asked which one of us the owner of the vehicle. Again the muttered another comment, “sure isn’t mine”. The comment from the boy made me hesitant, but for a moment I realized the only person I was fooling was myself. So I picked myself up and as I was about to leave, the man in his mid forties stated to me “it could have been worse, my first car barely ran”. With that comment I was a little more encouraged to get into the car and leave with some dignity.