It Never Hurts To Have A Backup Plan

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The little red cabin on Camanche Creek…

Is adorable…quaint…tastefully decorated…quiet…calm…remote…so very remote…like those scary movies…remote…

You know the ones…the roll your eyes at the should’ve-known-better-couple-who-hole-up-in-a-cabin-somewhere…no cell service…no Internet…no other person for miles and miles…

It never ends well…

Got up in the middle of the night…like old people do…the night dark as dark…when bathroom goer me notices…the outside motion light come on…

And scary movie panic sets it…what if…came the thought…have no weapons…the ninja skills rusty…maybe climb out a window…run through the field…

To the road…or to the ranch house…don’t know…the rocks would cut bare feet…maybe put on shoes…sleep like that…just in case…

Woke that man of mine instead…talked his lovely wife off the ledge…probably the wind…he said…or an animal…raccoon…or bat…but still…

Sometimes in life…it never hurts to have a back up plan…because you never know for sure…how the story’s gonna go…
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And this husband of mine…pretended in this case…to agree…