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I spend most of my time playing alpha female for my pack of dogs. Lucy (Boston terrier), Harley (chihuahua). Hershey (miniature dachshund) and Jasper (standard schnauzer) are my entertainment and sometimes muses. Jasper is a puppy mill rescue dog and I'm in the intital stages of writing a series of vignettes of his life since the rescue contrasted with eduaction about rescues and puppy mills. I do actually have other interests than writing and my dogs. I love to scrapbook, watch ice hockey, listen to a variety of music genres and reading. My parents both were avid readers and passed that love on to me. I'll read a cereal box if you set it in front of me!

Under the Gun

Under the Gun

The clerk does the same ol'
mopping and stocking.
Regretful of working yet another
Friday night.
Tired body, tired mind, tired life.

Two in the morning,
drunks slurp last call.
Sighing as she leans on the counter,
she ticks off the minutes til shift's end.
So quiet, very quiet, too quiet.

A bell chimes, door opens,
A tall man enters quickly.
Too late, she sees the mask and gun.
he barrels over the counter.
Too late, too late to run, too late to hide.

The money, he demands, and cigarettes.
She complies, feeling cold steel in her side.
Click--the trigger. Click. Click and again.
No pain...the gun doesn't fire.
He leaves, she cries. She's alive.

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