Gullible sat in her truck at the end of her long gravel
driveway. She knew what was going to
happen in the next few minutes, not because she was psychic or even psycho, but
because there had been those phone calls.
The last call, just a couple minutes before, spurred her into
action. She grabbed the necessary
equipment, got into her truck, and waited at the highway.
When she deemed the time was right, she got out, grabbed a
pole from the back seat, and stood in front of the truck where she unfurled the
American flag from its pole. She waited,
wondering if she had time to go back home.
If she did, she might miss the whole thing.
Then she saw a vehicle with a large front window coming over
the rise a quarter mile away. Now it
WAS too late, now it would go down however it would go down. She waved the flag at the large coach that
was slowly approaching.
Then, the unexpected happened. The coach stopped and around its rear came a
face she recognized but had never seen before except on the internet.
“Gully?” said the lady.
“Shaddy?” said Gully.
And then they hugged.
And so Gully and Shaddy finally met face to face after years
of being online friends, years since they first met in Beginning Writer's Workshop on 9/20/06. Shaddy reboarded the coach to continue her
journey to Denali National Park.
And Gully kicked herself all day for forgetting to take the
camera she’d left on the counter so she wouldn’t forget it, and then didn’t
have time to go back and get it.
Oh, well, Shaddy and her hubby took lots of photos.
PS: True story.
It happened Sunday, June 8, 2014
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