09-30-2014, 07:40 AM
Aurora smiled as the started fixing the salad. Everything was going well. She hadn't screwed up dinner yet. She laughed at the thought of being an author.
"An author? I doubt seriously. I think there would be a computer with my writing, or even a journal with my own words. I haven't found anything yet."
And then a random fact came to her, she chuckled to herself. "Did you know that a good share of authors in the horror genre weren't exactly authors?"
It really was an odd thing to say, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard it from. "Some of them were part of some cult or another that hunted monsters."
A monster hunter, why not. Aurora laughed. "But hey my memory is shot, so I'm probably making it up."
Aurora finished with the salad and put the bowl on the table. She grinned at the second fixed chair and laughed. "Well aren't you Mr. Fix-it."
The country fried steaks were done and she even managed to make a nice white pepper gravy to go with it, she served up two plates and took John one and sat down in the newly fixed chair. It still wobbled, but that was livable, at least it wouldn't collapse under her weight now. "Bon Apetit. I hope it tastes as good as it smells. Seems the inconsequential things come back easier than the big things. I wish my wallet was of more help. There are no saved numbers, not a single contact listed. No Mom or Dad, no names of any sort. And everything on the wallet other than my ident card is just a garbled mess. I must be a paranoid soul."
She laughed. "And here I am rambling to a stranger about the oddities of my life. So much for paranoia. I'll stop now. Thank you for the company, I don't mean to put this on you. You don't have to make an inquires on my part. I'll figure it out. I'm pretty sure I always do."
To shut herself up Aurora quickly stuff a piece of the steak into her mouth and chewed excessively slowly.
Edited by Aurora, Sep 30 2014, 07:42 AM.
"An author? I doubt seriously. I think there would be a computer with my writing, or even a journal with my own words. I haven't found anything yet."
And then a random fact came to her, she chuckled to herself. "Did you know that a good share of authors in the horror genre weren't exactly authors?"
It really was an odd thing to say, but she couldn't remember where she'd heard it from. "Some of them were part of some cult or another that hunted monsters."
A monster hunter, why not. Aurora laughed. "But hey my memory is shot, so I'm probably making it up."
Aurora finished with the salad and put the bowl on the table. She grinned at the second fixed chair and laughed. "Well aren't you Mr. Fix-it."
The country fried steaks were done and she even managed to make a nice white pepper gravy to go with it, she served up two plates and took John one and sat down in the newly fixed chair. It still wobbled, but that was livable, at least it wouldn't collapse under her weight now. "Bon Apetit. I hope it tastes as good as it smells. Seems the inconsequential things come back easier than the big things. I wish my wallet was of more help. There are no saved numbers, not a single contact listed. No Mom or Dad, no names of any sort. And everything on the wallet other than my ident card is just a garbled mess. I must be a paranoid soul."
She laughed. "And here I am rambling to a stranger about the oddities of my life. So much for paranoia. I'll stop now. Thank you for the company, I don't mean to put this on you. You don't have to make an inquires on my part. I'll figure it out. I'm pretty sure I always do."
To shut herself up Aurora quickly stuff a piece of the steak into her mouth and chewed excessively slowly.
Edited by Aurora, Sep 30 2014, 07:42 AM.