Re: Stranger in Bed, 1 page paragraph

On May 21, 4:32 am, t...@xxxxxxxxxx (Donna Richoux) wrote:

[remainder of missive deleted for brevity]

I find this so awful that I don't know what to say. I assure you, random
assignment of beds in hotels is not done in Washington, Long Beach,
Boston, or any such place, not even by "tour guides." It's ludicrous.

And the smiling and chuckling at the end is creepy.

--
Donna Richoux

I thought I was feeling this way because I hated doing this homework.
Here is one more by same author :-) Her short stories are part of our
text book.


A Bride in Washington
North American Short Short Stories
Freeman J. Wong

My Son

It's is all about my son, but he is no my son.

Ed an I remained childless for ten years. Then somehow I started to
long for a child more desperately than ever before. I dreamed of a
child day and night. I though of adopting one, but it cost thirty
thousand dollars, I was told, and we didn't have the money. I thought
of kidnapping one, but never had the courage to do so.

In our eleventh year of marriage, at long last, I be3come pregnant.
How excited we were! We were expecting a baby boy.

While I was in my fourth month of pregnancy, Ed had to go on a
military mission to the Balkans. My baby did not want to wait. He gave
signs of coming out, when he was twenty-six weeks old. Since Ed was at
war., I had to travel to the hospital with a visiting relative - my
mother's sister's niece from Finland.

The whole village looked forward to the birth of my baby. How
disappointed we were. We travel two hundred miles from the country to
the large hospital in the city, only to lose the baby.

I could not go back home without a baby. I could not tell my husband
I had lost it. My relative knew what I wanted. She disguised herself
as a nurse and went into ward three doors from us and picked up a baby
boy for a ath, as she told them. We left town, with me cradling the
crying boy and my relative the dead baby in the traveling bag.

The evening news said a baby boy was stolen by someone disguised as a
nurse, and the police were looking for them everywhere. Two weeks
later, at a garbage site five hundred miles from the hospital, the
police found the decaying body of an infant. They believed it was the
lost baby and therefore closed the case. I was relieved that things
turned out well. My relative returned to Finland; only then did I call
my husband in Macedonia to tell him that I had given birth to a baby
boy.

When our son was three months old, my overjoyed husband returned home
as a hero. We held a double celebration -- for his safe return and for
the birth of our son. Yet I was never quite myself I was worried all
the time. I wanted to move to another neighborhood where nobody knew
us.
When our boy was two and a half years old we moved out of the village
and settled down in this city, where we've been ever since. The day we
moved into the new neighborhood, the nightmare began. Our boy's brown
hair, which didn't not resemble either mine or my husband's blond
hair, dd look similar to that of childless couple living across the
street My husband stared at me, the child, and the neighbors many
times when he noticed the mysterious hair color.

I knew he suspected the child was not his own, but I didn't know what
he was thinking. He asked if I knew the neighbors. I said no, but he
was not quite convinced. that evening he suddenly said, "You must have
met that couple before." No," I said.

But I had met them, no in a sexual relationship with the husband, but
in hospital corridor. I became really worried. I wanted to move again,
but my husband didn't want to. He wanted to know why. How could I tell
himt he truth?

For five months I kept our son at home all day long to avoid being
seen by the childless couple. I took him out for a short walk only
late in the evening, and only when I was sure they had gone to bed.
But on Halloween night, when our son wen to trick-or-treating, the
nightmare grew worse. Our son went straight to that couple's door.
They held his large handful of candy and two bags of chips. What would
have happened if I hadn't dressed him up as a vampire?

The next day that couple became more interested in us. They tried to
inquire about who we were and when our son was born. I just couldn't
take such questions. My heart would pound like crazy and I would
almost pass out before I could answer any of them. I am afraid my
uneasiness made me look all the more suspicious in front of them. Soon
our son will have to go to school; next year he will start junior
kindergarten. How am I supposed to keep him away from the childless
couple?

Now my husband suspects me of having an affair with that man while he
was away from. My neighbors suspect me of stealing their son. My son
is growing up and I won't be able to keep him at home for much longer.
I love my husband I love my son, too. I swear I am a good wife. Oh,
God! I know I am not a perfect woman. I am sinful. I'm a thief.

And here I am confessing to you, Father. Nothing but the truth. I beg
your forgiveness for whatever I have done, but please let me keep my
son.


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For this story, I need to write as an author. Woman in story stole a
baby, and now we need to write a scenario to return the stolen baby to
her neighbor.

It needs to be one paragraph; hand written 1 page (double sided).

I am having couple of problems with it. Do I need to give reason why
she is returning stolen baby, or just jump right into of how she is
planing to returning it?

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