Louise Schweitzer's Fault.

By johnvernon

She said I could write and ought not to give up. These tales, some humorous and some not, are the result. I still expect to write something that will cause such a lady's jaded palate to be awakened into an insatiable desire to try the main course rather than trifle with the hors d'ouvre. Please be my guest. Sup at my table but remember there's a lot more substantial fare waiting in the kitchen for anyone whose pockets can bear the strain!

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FLora,Doll and Gabriel.

By johnvernon on Sat, 07 Oct 2006

It was the third time that morning that the young woman had walked past Gabriel where he sat quietly in his hideout among the trees. He thought of her as a young woman though she was really no more than a child. No better than a child, he revised his assessment, and there was obviously something wrong with her. Maybe she was retarded, or even perhaps a total idiot . It certainly seemed that way. Why else should anyone of her age skip about twirling around and around, acting in such a carefree happy manner as do children in their constant state of partial dementia? That is if they were not in their other mode, engaging themselves in red faced apoplectic tantrums and squalling fit to bust, but that demonstration of their basically demonic natures was generally confined to smaller models than this and most often demonstrated in supermarket checkout queues on Saturday mornings.
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Certificate PG