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Through Pressed Lavender: Part Six

The whole cabin shook with a thunderous thud, and again a thud. Lori wasn't waiting any longer, grabbing her keys and her bag along with it she paused for just a second. She glanced at the old wall hanger and remembered what George had said and the next thing she saw was a fifteen inch cast iron skillet. With a deftness and wrist strength she didn't know she had she was at the door in two wild steps. To Lori whatever it was was coming through the bathroom wall by the sounds of it and with a quick deep breath she opened the door and bolted for her car. The first thing to happen was she ran out of her slippers in the first few steps and that caused her to hit a pebble on the next one. It sent shock waves up her leg and she was down, about halfway to safety. She grabbed her now numb and deadened leg and rolled over to see something running up the pasture at her. She rolled over again in pain and thought is this how it all ends?

She jumped at the sounds coming from the cabin still and rolled over again to see... Berta?... She was running at her, wow, fast too... She was screaming something too but Lori couldn't make out what she was yelling. The pebble had hit a terminus nerve just right and it was going to smart for a few minutes at least. She tried to get up to get to her car and she was dragging herself now toward it when she finally heard what Berta was yelling at her. "It's a Bear!" "Get inside you fool!" It was about this time that Berta realized what had spooked the girl so bad, the bear went to the cabin... That was usually empty. "Well get to the car! I got ya covered!"

Lori's leg was coming back by then and she tried her weight on it and it folded. She went down to one knee and just looked over at Berta through her armpit, a panting eighty something year old woman. Here she was in pain with a bear somewhere within close range and she started laughing and laughing. She was in tears as she finally got up to one leg as Berta reached her. Berta just looked at her kind of puzzled and told her again to get in the car as she helped her hobble to the drivers door. "Get in" the older woman told her as she turned around to check their backs. Berta reached into her pocket and grabbed a few shells and deftly unloaded and loaded the slim shotgun. "I'll be right back, get it started she said to Lori through the rolled up window. She disappeared out of sight for what seemed like an eternity and was shuffling back to the passenger side door when Lori unlocked it.

Tom was bored looking into the numbers again. It was 1997, He did this every four months or so, the creative side of him taking over from the numbers crunch. He took some time off of work to do some cleaning, going through old clothes and doing the once every ten years Spring cleaning bachelors do. It was not Spring, but that never matters anyways when it is needed. At the end of day two he stopped to look over his work, not military detail, but close. Now he just had a day or two of work to organize his boxes of paperwork and miscellaneous crud he had acquired over the years. He saved everything and his comic book collection was now properly back in order and protected once again. Piles was his thought as he cleaned off the dining room table of decorations. Yeah, he had a plastic candle and fruit and a few knick knacks from his mother he always loved.

"Good Morning!" Berta bellowed as she got into the car beside the barefoot woman who was seemingly losing it as she laughed and laughed. Some kind of nervous tick happened with Lori there and this was her response to the stress? She would have to work on that, when she is awake dammit! "What the hell?" was about all Lori got from her mouth before being ordered to start the car and get moving. Lori went from laughing to pissed in about 1.3 milliseconds, she started the car and spun her tires, she zipped by the other side of the cabin and saw a huge hole in the skirting. Click, click, in her head... The bear had been shot? and ran under the cabin? at what time, she looked at the display to find it a bright and cheery 6:30 am. She glanced to the shotgun Berta had pointed at the floor and the smile on her rosy cheeks as she looked like she had just ate the canary. "A Freaking Bear!" Lori screamed as she hit the gravel road headed towards George's.














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