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.
Giving is the best feeling of all. Christmas brings out the best in all of us, and the bad in others. There are many charities to give to, so if not money, gives toys, a visit to the lonely senior down the street, and help others. God Bless.
Jasper Adams, was a boy with a talent, for getting into trouble. Jasper has always been able to turn, a boring day into an adventure. Millie Roberts, is Jasper’s best friends, and partner in crime.
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.
Bob was so disappointed in his first round of bowling, as he sat down in a chair shaking his head. Annie had bowled like a Queen. She even did a victory dance. Now, it was Bruce’s turn, and after many years of not bowling, Bruce was nervous.
Bruce had seen the house Bob and Annie, had built. Their home was built not only for them selves, but for their guests that came to hunt and fish all year round. Bruce loved the home, the food, and the two clients that where perfect hosts.
Bruce had gone on a very long ski-doo ride, and Bruce’s hands were freezing. In his mind he conjured up visions of frost bite, and having his fingers amputated.
Rachel’s parents had hatched a plan, that would hopefully, find out what happened to Bella. The day she got stuck in the bathroom. The sleep over was a go ahead. Bella’s parents have left, and it’s movie time.
Nick had moved his fingers as his father touched him. Nick’s mom had been singing Nick’s favorite lullaby each time she entered the glass room. Jack, Nancy, Burt, and Rene sat quiet on a bench the overlooked Nick’s bed .