SoCS 1-2-21/JuJoJan 2

Time flies, it’s already the second day of the new year.🤩. In the corner of my kitchen is a gift I received for Christmas. It is red, my favorite, very cute, but useless. I tried the “nostalgic hot dog cooker” and was so disappointed. I grew up with hotdogs and toasted buns. Not the fat, hard to separate ones available today, but the kind Dan over at No facilities eats at his local restaurant. I cannot find them here except in a restaurant an hour away and of course I don’t drive.

Thus, the welcomed gift! I found it burned the buns that stuck inside the machine that crumbled on retrieval, and the hot dogs were lukewarm at best.😳 😫. This is an example of you can’t judge a book by its cover, dang it.🤨

Happy dogless new year!

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MLMM First Line Friday 1-1-21

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“What, were you expecting a cauldron?” I looked back to see her following me. She was dressed all in black, trailing a black cat, and that hat! As she passed by, even the trees flattened out, just like her hat.

I turned because an eerie feeling of something behind me was giving me the creeps. A lovely stroll in the country, the sun shining, when this chilly feeling started to crawl up my spine. As I turned, the clouds turned black and the atmosphere turned brown and faded. She only said that one sentence, but kept trailing me.

I quickened my pace, hoping the air would return clear and sunny, and I would hear the birds singing as before. I glanced back again and she just kept walking towards me. I tell you walking, but it really seemed like floating as no low movement was detected. The cat’s legs, however were moving, and I was glad to see that.

I looked to see a glimmer of sunlight far ahead, and hurried a bit more. Surely I had done nothing to receive such an unwelcome guest. The glimmer started to fade and I started running, glancing back and hoping not to see the “witch” getting closer. It seemed I was making headway, so kept on.

The last thing I remember was my last glance back and feeling relieved as she was gone. I turned my head back around, coming face to face with the specter. My heart stopped. What had I done to deserve such a fate?

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