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EXPLODING INVENTIONS...
Ka-boom! The blast shattered the settling peace of dusk as Marissa Madison pulled into the circular drive. Rissa threw open the car door and sprinted toward the gray stone house.
"Please, no blood this time," she whispered as her feet hit the rough-hewn steps leading up to the broad double doors.
A bespectacled man stepped through the doorway amid a confetti shower of envelopes and leaflets. His silvery hair stood in startled spikes around a balding pate as if it too had been a victim of the explosion.
"Too much torque in the mail conveyor," he muttered with a frown.
"Please turn it off, Uncle Horace!"
"Right." The old man disappeared back into the house. Within moments, the clanking stopped and silence fell over the rolling hills once again.
Just another normal day, Rissa thought, as she surveyed the day's mail scattered in gay abandon across the landscape.
HILARIOUS MISADVENTURES
"Come on, you bucket of bolts, just another couple miles." Ian MacGregor was determined he could motivate the sputtering 1972 Pinto station wagon through sheer iron will as he did raw army recruits. In spite of his command, the car belched a cloud of black smoke and the engine died. Ian managed to steer the well-used vehicle onto the shoulder of the road before it stopped moving completely.
…He marched down a deserted midnight road, gaze focused forward, until flashes of neon green and pink began to dance in the misty sky. His steps slowed cautiously as a square concrete building appeared and the neon colors took on the shapes of palm trees and flamingoes.
Ian scrubbed a hand across his eyes, thinking the illusion would disappear. But when he looked again, the neon still winked at him. What the hell. As long as it was warm and dry with a phone to call a tow truck.
ZANY CHARACTERS
Rissa dropped the soggy mail on a cherry wood table as she stepped out of her shoes. With the bag of groceries balanced on one hip, she padded barefoot toward the kitchen. A tall figure in a sweeping lavender print dress stood at the sink.
"I couldn't tell if the grocery list said chips or cheese, so I got both." As Rissa moved closer, the person she thought was her aunt turned toward her. She shrieked and dropped the groceries. "Ryan!"
Rissa's twin brother grinned at her from beneath the purple feathers of one of her aunt's collection of hats.
(Excerpts from Chasing Rainbows, copyright Genene Valleau writing as Genie Gabriel)
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