Bruce Blackwell, is a story I wrote, between November 19th and November 23rd, 2018. Bruce is a designer, and blue print expert, for a large firm.
A wonderful time of the year. I know it’s been said before, but, I will always, call it from the mountain tops. I will let everyone know, that this is our time to rejoice, and put our differences aside.
The milk had been moved in the fridge. Margo, could not get that out of her mind. Voices whispering, left Annie, excusing them away.
Bruce had sat in the hot tub enjoying the heat of the water on his muscles. Bruce had started to fall asleep from the soothing heat. Bob and Annie were in the pool doing laps.
Bruce Blackwell, is the type of person who has his own way of doing things. He’s a man of his word. We will follow Bruce, on his journey in life.
Jack Goodwin, was an active five-year old with an imagination, that could create a story about a big bag bandit who fought him, and won his favorite pair of shoes.
The Roberts family had very busy day, building a shelter to protect them from the weather, and animals. Adam, Burt, and Donnie were fast asleep, laying on the mats they wove from vines that cover and destroy trees.
The Roberts family had gone from a pleasant walk on the trails, to a survival night in the wild. Molly, was surprised with the news of the sleep over in the wild, being the mom that she was, she agreed to stick it out for one night.
Molly spent most of her day getting ready for their family outing. Molly had met her once homeless friend Foster, and had to display her ability to cope with Donna’s endless gift for gab. Their boys got the scoop on the trip, and the contest.
Abe and Molly Roberts had a rip-roaring fun time in the leaves with their three boys. Sure, the leaves had to be raked again, but that was a piece of cake.