Time to write!
"You were right," said the old man, leaning back in his chair, his hands folded in his lap. "We were there." His slow, lazy voice and half closed eyes made me feel like he thought this was the most casual conversation in the world.
I didn't know how to answer. I was sitting cross-legged on the floor, my wrists tied together behind my back with a zip tie which dug into my skin.
I wish I'd read that full "How To Escape From a Zip Tie" link I'd seen on the internet back at school.
"If you promise not to tell," the old man continued. "We might tell you about it."
"Harold!" whispered the old woman sharply - I assumed she was his wife. She looked at me with distrustful eyes. They had caught me in their cornfield last night. I'd followed them after I realized they looked an awful lot like the people from the background of that picture on the front page of the newspaper.
There had been a massive bombing. New York's remains were plastered all over the papers, and in almost every single picture of the wreckage, there was an old man and an old woman - dead ringers for my captives.
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Friday, October 19, 2012
The OMOPB Club
Time to write!
Dude. Who actually made this up? Because....it's weird.
Reginald, Harry, Jasper, and Collin had all grown up in different places, were married to different women, and had different opinions on politics, movies, and what constituted as "good literature". They shared one very important trait in common however, in that they were all members of the Old Men on Park Benches Club.
Old Men on Park Benches, affectionately referred to by it's members as the OMOPB, was not your average old person organization. It left things like Bingo Night, No Dentures Dinners, and even the Red Hat Organization in the dust in terms of ingenuity, spunk, and downright danger. But sitting here rambling about it won't prove anything about that to you. You see, that's the problem with young folks these days. All they ever do is talk. And that's why the OMOPB is so important. Because if you ever need to find someone to get something done, you can rely on the the Old Men on Park Benches.
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Jasper and Collin, who were next door neighbors, came up with the idea one Friday afternoon as they sat on their favorite bench in Central Park, reading their newspapers, for Jasper it was the New York Times, for Collin a tabloid similar to Parade but more...liberal. For a time the air between them was still, the only sound resonating around them being the chirping of birds and the calls of children playing on the playground further towards the center of the rambling Park, and the fluttering sound of newspaper pages turning. Just as Collin's arms were beginning to tire from holding up his paper, and he was considering walking back home where he could read the remainder of his tabloid at his dining room table, Jasper brought his own paper down swiftly to his lap and cried out, "I just can't take it! My wife has been kidnapped and simply sticking to routine is not comforting me at all!"
Oh the randomness of me. Who wants to see this continue? I'm sure it'd have a HUGE following... ;)
Dude. Who actually made this up? Because....it's weird.
Reginald, Harry, Jasper, and Collin had all grown up in different places, were married to different women, and had different opinions on politics, movies, and what constituted as "good literature". They shared one very important trait in common however, in that they were all members of the Old Men on Park Benches Club.
Old Men on Park Benches, affectionately referred to by it's members as the OMOPB, was not your average old person organization. It left things like Bingo Night, No Dentures Dinners, and even the Red Hat Organization in the dust in terms of ingenuity, spunk, and downright danger. But sitting here rambling about it won't prove anything about that to you. You see, that's the problem with young folks these days. All they ever do is talk. And that's why the OMOPB is so important. Because if you ever need to find someone to get something done, you can rely on the the Old Men on Park Benches.
***
Jasper and Collin, who were next door neighbors, came up with the idea one Friday afternoon as they sat on their favorite bench in Central Park, reading their newspapers, for Jasper it was the New York Times, for Collin a tabloid similar to Parade but more...liberal. For a time the air between them was still, the only sound resonating around them being the chirping of birds and the calls of children playing on the playground further towards the center of the rambling Park, and the fluttering sound of newspaper pages turning. Just as Collin's arms were beginning to tire from holding up his paper, and he was considering walking back home where he could read the remainder of his tabloid at his dining room table, Jasper brought his own paper down swiftly to his lap and cried out, "I just can't take it! My wife has been kidnapped and simply sticking to routine is not comforting me at all!"
Oh the randomness of me. Who wants to see this continue? I'm sure it'd have a HUGE following... ;)
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