Over hot dogs and frozen drinks, Breann and I compared medical histories, family backgrounds, and questions each of us had asked for 40 years. I still hadn't processed her conspiracy theory regarding us being robots. In New York only two more days, I was more interested in learning about Breann, than doctors and parts. The pain in my chest had been there 11 years, she had been in my life for 24 hours. Seeing my eyes sleek over from information, Breann stopped talking. For two minutes, we sat in silence. Then, simultaneously, we said "let's find the other four!"
*blogger's note* - This is my entry for @velvetverbosity 's 100 word challenge at her awesome website, http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ . The one word prompt is SLEEK. This is a continuation of the story I'm writing.
The other episodes are located here:
Today's song is what I had playing in my ehad when I wrote this. Plus I hope I'm hooking you with the storyline. I saw Blues Traveler do this song exactly 17 years ago this week. They are great live...here's Hook
The Truth About Santa Claus
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