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An Uncapped Pen: Casual Duty - Chapter 7 - The Show That Never Ends
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Casual Duty - Chapter 7 - The Show That Never Ends. Colonel Richards’ Office. Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Sergeant Simpson turned into a gravel driveway and braked to a halt. Bridie followed him across the road into a wooden building marked with a large hand-painted sign: Colonel – Ernst M. Richards. The Installation Commander? 8220;Wait here.” Sergeant Simpson knocked once on the Colonel’s door and entered. She was the one who was out west somewhere! After another length of the ...
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An Uncapped Pen: CASUAL DUTY - Chapter Five - My Bonnie
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Casual Duty Progress Report. CASUAL DUTY - Chapter Five - My Bonnie. Twin Lakes, WI, March 1981. Scottie’s Pub (Upstairs). I hope I still remember the combination. Bridie climbed the stairs to the apartment she shared with her father above the pub, clutching the $100 bill. It’s almost 1:30. He should be downstairs with the cash drawer by now. She paused at the top of the stairs when she saw his bedroom door was open. “Dad? Bridie knelt frozen on the floor surrounded by the spread of dusty liquor bottles ...
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An Uncapped Pen: Casual Duty - Chapter 9 Dyke or Whore?
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Casual Duty - Chapter 9 Dyke or Whore? Twin Lakes, WI. 8220;Congratulations, he tells me. Said he’s read in the papers about you.” Rinse, fold, wipe. “How’s that? My daughter’s in the papers.”. 8220;Dad, I tried to tell you. On Friday.” Bridie stared at the clock. The Snack Shack – Open til Midnight! Click Flip: Larson Electric – Big Jobs/Small Jobs. 8220;You wouldn’t listen when I…”. A dyke or a whore? What the hell did that mean? Now her nose was running! 8221; His voice br...
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An Uncapped Pen: Exactly What I Need
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Exactly What I Need. Feeling down today, out of sorts, sticky. I wish I was doing something else, but I'm not really even doing anything right now. I should be working on my next chapter. Instead I'm surfing. I just surfed across an ad for an online article:. TOP 10 Internet Home Business Ideas You can Start and Run in Your Underwear. I actually have two drawers: one for bras, one for panties. Oh, and one for long underwear, too. I'd eat exotic food. I'd send my laundry out.
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An Uncapped Pen: Casual Duty - Chapter Eight - Such a Deal
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Casual Duty - Chapter Eight - Such a Deal. Range 7 – Rifle. Fort Huachuca, Arizona. 8220;I was shopping. The gunmen came in,” Bridie said. 8220;No, burst in. 8221; the Lieutenant corrected. 8220;Burst in and one of them waved a gun.”. 8220; Brandished a weapon. I’ll never remember this, Bridie thought. “I assessed the situation, administered first aid to the civilian victim, and planned the . . . “. Startled, the Colonel stopped and all eyes turned to the activity on the range.
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An Uncapped Pen: Bouts, Fits, and Jags
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Bouts, Fits, and Jags. I'm warning you right now, if you dismiss this post as yet other menopausal diatribe bemoaning the "natural" symptoms of diminished estrogen levels in my blood, I'll cry. For several years (okay, maybe it's more like 25 or 30), I have shamefully tried to hide my ocular incontinence. (I thought I made up that term, but it already exists in Googleland.) I'm talking about spontaneous tears, emotional lability or crying for no apparent reason. I guess I fee...
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An Uncapped Pen: December 2007
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Casual Duty Progress Report. CASUAL DUTY - Chapter Three. Lydia’s Quick Mart, May 1981. Outside the Main Gate, Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Bridie glanced at the clock again, two minutes after three, 1502, she corrected. She’d missed the bus. What happened to her duffle bag? How was she going to explain this? Late reporting in for her duty assignment. Isn’t that called AWOL? Maybe one of the police will write her a note. And I’m sitting here on my butt, letting it happen, not doing anything? Bridie signed and...
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An Uncapped Pen: Inspiration to Write
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Casual Duty Progress Report. The Intrepid Writer: Jax, I need your opinion on this scene. TIW: Jax, I feel stuck. The story is going nowhere. I know where I want to be in three or four chapters. Bridie needs to be assigned to the Exercise Prep Detail, but.Jax? Are you even listening to me? Jax tilts head in imitation of rapt attention, gives a slow, languorous blink. This part where the Range Officer discovers the body and calls the cease fire, remember that part I read to you this morning? Son of a Bitch.
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An Uncapped Pen: May 2007
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Casual Duty Progress Report. Why doesn't everyone write, I wonder. Every morning I get up and stumble through the day, living someone else's life, living with the fear that this "other" person will return and point an accusing finger. . . And then everyone will know. I gave up wondering about MY life a few years ago. Compared to the stories about the plight of Afghan women, oppressed peoples everywhere, how dare I complain about my vague sense of disconnectedness (what a GREAT word! There is NOTHING wrong.
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An Uncapped Pen: CASUAL DUTY - Chapter Four - Reporting In
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Casual Duty Progress Report. CASUAL DUTY - Chapter Four - Reporting In. May 4, 1981. Fort Huachuca, Arizona. Two men sat on the edge of the planter box shadowed by the lion statue. It looked like a lion, but different. Maybe it was Egyptian, or . . . Bridie blinked to clear her vision and gave up trying to think. Beyond hungry, bone-tired and achy, she stood fast. A shower. Clean bed. Lasagna with . . . 8220;Roberts, you gotta watch? 8220;Yes, Sergeant Simpson.”. 8220;Twenty three forty seven? Bridie fel...
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