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 Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 11:26 am
The noise of the now departed crowd was still causing Annabelle's ears to ring. This was why she didn't like playing large venues, no matter how much more money it brought in. She left her guitar leaning against the amp and rummaged in her bag for her pack of cigarettes. She watched the others packing up their equipment and caught Micah's eye. He shook his head in response to her questioning look and with a shrug Anna pushed open the small side door and stepped out into the cool early morning air.
The stadium doors opened into a back alley big enough for the large supply trucks and tour buses to park. It was empty at this time of day though and would have been eeriely quiet if not for the highway beyond the fence. Even at 3 o'clock in the morning it was bustling with cars.
The constant buzzing in her head and the rushing cars almost drowned out the creaking of a shopping cart being wheeled out of the alley by a hunchbacked man. He as dressed in baggy sweat pants and a faded flannel shirt. His features were hidden by a bushy grey beard. A few feet away was a large cardboard box.
Anna struck a match and lit her cigarette. She blew the flame out and threw it on the ground. She leaned against the rough brick and closed her eyes. She opened them a few moments later when the smell of smoke, different from the cigarette in her hand, intruded itself upon her awareness. A thick stream of smoke was rising from the box. Anna cursed under her breath and strode forward to stomp it out. She could have sworn she'd blown her match out!
When her foot came in contact with the flimsy box it gave vent to a pathetic whine. With another curse Annabelle jerked her foot back and tried to fan the smoke away to see what in the gods name was making the now louder cries. A glimpse of red fur is all she could see. It was with some reservation, Gaia being the place it was- who knew what strange creature she was about to pick up, that she plunged her hands down into the smoldering cardboard and grasped a small furry animal. She didn't pause to look at it and proceeded to step on the box until even the smoke stopped.
With that crisis averted she turned her attention to the trembling ball of fluff in her arms. It was a puppy...a plain, old, normal puppy just like she had oned back home. She sighed with releif and held the pup closer to her chest. "Poor little thing. Did someone just dump you here?" She looked down at the box and then at the ground surrounding it. Her match was laying unscathed some feet from the box. Spontaneous combustion? She shook her head. It didn't matter how it happened, the pup was safe and for now she would have to take it home.
A few odd looks were shot in her direction when she went back into the building, but she ignored them and all their demands for explainations. Gathering up her jacket and changing into more suitable shoes she kissed each the boys goodnight and stepped outside to hail a cab.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 8:36 am
"Anna!!"
Gam's voice intruded itself into Annabelle's dreams and she bolted up right in bed, startled out of a deep sleep. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and groaned. It was only eight o'clock. She'd taken the puppy out to go to the bathroom only four hours before and was hoping that she could at least stay in bed till noon, leaving Gam to take her out again when he woke up. Apparently not. The red head threw off her covers and rubbing at her eyes slid her feet into the slippers left beside the bed. She grabbed a bathrobe as she pushed open her door, "What?!?"
Gam didn't say anything else, he simply pointed to the small crate that was supposed to be housing a small Irish Setter puppy. It wasn't. Instead curled up in the tiny space was a little girl with long silky ears and a feathered tail. Her nose was vaguely canine. Gam's cries had woken her as well and she tried to sit up as she yawned, revealing a mouth full of sharp canine-like teeth.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 8:51 am
A basket arrives just a few days short of Christmas, in the same manner as the basket that had originally arrived with the request to be filled. Many goodies are inside! Happy holidays!
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