Mini-story improvised by cell phone. We meet our heroes in the middle of a back and forth in which I've bugged out on a proposed plan to hang out with my brother. [notice he's the one who texts with proper english and i'm the one doing txt spk.] The action begins...
[Frank] Just remember, not only do I know where you live, I have a key... so beware!
[Me] Release the hounds!
[Frank] I'm stealthy like a ninja. I fear no hounds.
[Me] OK. I hide under bed. Theres not much room under here with the books & wedding dress & joses old bed & - whoa - what the hell is that!
[Frank] It's me... I already snuck in!
[Frank] ::sinister laughter::
[Me] Theres a tussle. Books fly out. As the dust clears (there's lots of dust undr there) Im standing unharmed & u crawl out in my wedding dress.
[Frank] I'm just as deadly in lace as I am in black...
La Alameda de México, by José María Velasco, 1866
21 hours ago