Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! Happy belated Easter! It was very strange this year having Easter on April Fool’s day and, for me, my late Labrador’s birthday. He’d been 18 this year if he hadn’t run into usual big dog health issues. He was born on April 1, 2000, making it very easy to keep up with his age. I had a very busy Easter unlike most years when I simply went to church before coming home and having Easter Dinner.
I can foresee April being very busy for me between Paula’s Pet Paradise beginning to take off as well as Camp NaNoWriMo as I’ve set a goal of 30,000 words for my newest novel, a fantasy. I’m looking forward to it though, I like to keep busy. Too much play is about as good for you as too much work.
Just a small hint to the theme of my next piece:
This week’s question: What do you love about life?
My answer: My automatic answer is freedom. I love the freedom to do as I want, to achieve my dreams, to live life to the fullest.
What’s your answer?
This week’s baking and cooking: There is, as I’d said last week, not any cooking or baking to report this week as I wasn’t home all week. I’m not sure what there will be this next week, I’ll keep ya’ll updated and let ya’ll know next Monday.
This week’s writing: She looked at her little sister, disappointed.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
Her sister stopped looking at the wall and looked at her, disinterestedly.
“It seemed like a good idea yesterday.”
“Good? How on earth could this have been a good idea!”
Anna shrugged, considering the matter closed.
Amelia sighed before gesturing to the man standing nearby.
“I’ve paid your bail so let’s go.”
The man unlocked the cell but Anna didn’t move.
“Let’s go, Anna.”
“What about Kyle?”
“I don’t know anything about him. Besides, you need to let him go, he’s a bad influence on you.”
A pout appeared, “But I love him.”
“Leave it, Anna-Marie. Let’s go.”
She sighed, clearly put-upon but go up and followed Amelia out of the jail.
Once they were back home, Amelia left Anna to her own devices while she worked to save their reputation from what her sister had done.
She didn’t think Anna could get into any trouble since she’d taken her laptop and tablet before she’d picked Anna up and had kept her cell-phone when the bailiff handed her Anna’s personal possessions from the night before.
But she didn’t know anything about her sister. Anna had multiple hiding places within her room and within them were extra gadgets, including but not limited to another laptop, tablet and two more cell phones.
Anna made some calls and arranged new plans, including Kyle who she’d learned had been bailed by his older brother. Just as well, she knew the way Kyle worked, she didn’t want to have to take the time to break in a new accomplice.
A cold smile spread across Anna-Marie’s face as Amelia called her down for supper, her sister had no idea what went on under her own roof. She’d say what Amelia didn’t know couldn’t hurt her but as she was going to learn that night, that wasn’t always the truth.
© Paula Crofoot
Monday Motivation: Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
Writing Prompt: You live in a world in which you can buy bottled emotions.
This is the first Monday post of April so here’s the Monthly Chain:
“Y’know… that’s not what an apology sounds like.”
“No thanks. I’m an omnivore, not a cannibal.”
In response, he simply gave him the universal sign of screw you.
“I’m still waiting for an apology.”
“I don’t owe you an apology. If anything, after what happened back there, you owe me one.”
“What’d I do?”
What happens next? What did he do?
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