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Violin music scratched from Miss Violet Ramsey’s record player, volume turned up high, pouring music directly at her head. Her deaf ears scarcely heard even a note, which did not seem to be a problem.
By the window where Miss Violet sat, she stroked her calico kitten and sipped hot cocoa topped with melted marshmallow. "How about we have another, Kitty?" as she set a fresh cup next to six empties. It had been a long cold day, and six cups were nothing.
Violet had barely taken a sip, when she cried out, “Oh, look, Kitty! There’s another one!” Even with her glasses steamed and fogged, Miss Violet did not miss a man in a dark overcoat as he rushed by on Albany Lane, now a very slippery street.
When he tumbled and cursed, Miss Violet giggled and marked another hash mark on her writing tablet. “That makes 13 today!” Marshmallow spittle splattered onto Kitty, who was not in the least bothered by it.
Violet had barely taken a sip, when she cried out, “Oh, look, Kitty! There’s another one!” Even with her glasses steamed and fogged, Miss Violet did not miss a man in a dark overcoat as he rushed by on Albany Lane, now a very slippery street.
When he tumbled and cursed, Miss Violet giggled and marked another hash mark on her writing tablet. “That makes 13 today!” Marshmallow spittle splattered onto Kitty, who was not in the least bothered by it.
Her joy was disturbing on so many levels.
This is a re-post from Nov. 29, 2012. The italicized underlined words are from a Wednesday Word challenge, established by Delores, who stepped away from blogging. Delores handed the torch off to Elephant's Child and Drifting through Life. New word challenges can be found at their sites.
