Greenscape

Dean Forrester had the ultimate life. He had money, he had women, he never paid taxes and most of his days were spent playing golf and drinking for free. He was prepared to live out the rest of his days like this - until one phone call from home ruined it all.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

Delivery for Livingston


And then the knocking continued. Dean groaned as a voice from the bed groaned, "Who is it?"

Dean blinked at Lori and shrugged. He shuffled through the bedroom doorway, which stood between the safe and the fridge and headed to the door. Chain still locked, he opened it as far as the chain would allow - just about an inch.

"Hello?" He offered drearily.

"Um," said a disembodied female voice sheepily, "Delivery for Livingston?"

Dean rested his head against the door, "You have the wrong house." He started to close the door shut.

"Let me in, Bean."

The door shut and Dean's head rested firmly on it. The word "bean" bounced briefly and finally his eyes shot open with recognition. Without unlocking the chain, Dean pulled the door open tightly.

"Sprout?"

The single brown eye of his sister poked through the narrow slit the door allowed. "C'mon Dean, this isn't funny. It's cold out here."

Dean released the chain and opened the door widely. There stood his sister, a rainbow colored stocking cap on her head, the same brown jacket she'd had since high school, jeans, boots, gloves and a backpack stuffed beyond normal operating capacity.



I guess the story itself really begins with Chapter Two. Sissy has arrived on the scene, and I'm trying to juggle humor with tension as the siblings face off. I'm to 7,488 - well below where I wanted to be tonight, but not bad considered I started off with an 1,000 word deficit. Oooh, I feel so Republican.

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