Thursday, June 26, 2014

Broken promises have been on my mind quite a bit lately. Usually from things I need to do and have asked to have done and they failing to carry through.

I felt rather peevish about one this morning and futzzed about until I rationalized the failure of completion. Then, having attacked the problem another way and completing it, I relaxed and browsed the Wichita Police events page.

I found, as most of us do, that I’m hardly unique in the world coming across this blotter entry:

A 56/f says she loaned someone her car so he could go to court on Monday. He didn’t return the car afterward. She says she talked with him that evening and he said he would pick her up from work, but he never showed up. He also hasn’t answered his phone.

I’ve never really trusted phones. Never have.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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