Prompt Feb 26, 2013 _____ Changed Everything

Bob changed everything!  I am a pack rat.  No, really, I am a pack rat, beady eyes, long slender tail, the works.  I have lived in the upstairs attic of a very classy vacant home in Oro Valley and have been happily undisturbed for the past three years, just living a pack rats life. Then Bob, actually Bob and Carol, come along and want to buy my home.  Ugh!
They were so excited.  Below me I could hear their irritating comments:  “Oh, look at that view Bob,” or ” I can not believe this house has been on the market three years,” or “What a steal, only 340K.”
“I’ll fix em!”
The day of the home inspection was quite a lot of fun.  My friends and I spent the evening before the big event pooping, laying waste to the insulation, bringing our crap in from the desert and even invited some termites over for a party.
You know what?  We have not seen hide nor hair of Bob or Carol.  I am at peace, once again in my vacant home in Oro Valley by the desert.
Pat Stone

A computer changed everything. I was a young and lonely soldier stationed at the Presidio Of San Francisco. My social life with the opposite sex was nil. Generations of service men passing through the city had led local parents to tell their daughters “Little Red Riding Hood” stories in which the wolf always wore olive green.

While taking a night class at a local college I came across a computer dating application. For only $3.00 and by answering just thirty questions it promised to provide the names of at least five compatible women.

A few weeks later I received a reply. It had fifteen names but as I tried to call I found phones busy, no answer or “got a boyfriend already”.

Finally I was able to connect with Mary and 45 years later we are still connected. I suspect that we may have been one of the first computer marriages and all for only $3.00

BOB KELLY

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Prompt 2-12-2013 Little Things Seem to Mean a Lot to Them

LITTLE THINGS SEEM TO MATTER AN AWFUL LOT TO THEM

Valentines Day, Ugh! What to do, where to go, what to buy. Little things seem to matter an awful lot to them, I mean women, and actually, I mean my wife of forty two years. It is not that I do not care, I do but the creative planning needed to create a “special” occasion seems somewhat beyond my capability this year. Colds, sore throat, coughs, surgery, worries about family and even my adjustment to so called “retirement” consumes most of what I have to offer. Yet, I will try; give it my best, little as that may be right now. Love, with all its meanings is not easily packaged into a day called “Valentines.”

Pat Stone

Writing Prompt, January 8, 2013

Don’t Laugh

“Don’t laugh,” I shouted.  “Its not funny.”
My green fatigue pants had finally given up their purpose.  Forty days and forty nights of sweat, dirt and grimy living off the jungle floor had finally taken their toll.  And since no one wore underwear, more was exposed than I cared to show.  All the ‘wait a minute vines’, razor wire, and thorny bushes were causing cuts and scratches in all the wrong places.  These filthy pants had split, in one fell swipe,  from the end of the front zipper through the rear belt loop.  There was no fixin them, no needle, no thread, and no replacement pants until resupply which might be days away.

Pat Stone