"You got work to do, clean out that bust nest you call a garage and I'll cook you something hearty for lunch." Susan promised as she took off her apron.
"Yea alrite..." Greg looked out the window, the glare was horrible and the sun was large beating. It was a sunny day like no other, and with no cloud in site working out side would be a drag. Reluctantly, but only because food was promised, Greg went to work on the garage to clean, and bag up the junk he had stowed away.
Boxes upon boxes of old newspapers, comics, old toys and pretty much just aged junk. The mist of dust was stifling and the lack of a light made getting around a series of toe stubbing and knee bumping.
Nearing the end of his job he went to lift a dusty box in the corner, when he went to lift it though he felt a distinct "ccrraacckk" right down his spine. "Ouucch!" Greg yelped, he keeled down and went to see what the heck could have been in the box to make it so heavy....
He felt his belly bulge tighten through his shirt and hang over his belted waistband, how uncomforting...
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.16 seconds at 10:58pm on Apr 27, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author