Comments on: The Man in the Treehouse http://www.promptedtowrite.com/relationships/the-man-in-the-treehouse/ Writing Prompts for Stories, Songs, & Creative Living Sun, 08 May 2011 17:49:42 -0700 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: January Contributions | Prompted to Write http://www.promptedtowrite.com/relationships/the-man-in-the-treehouse/comment-page-1/#comment-1618 January Contributions | Prompted to Write Fri, 05 Feb 2010 03:03:11 +0000 http://www.promptedtowrite.com/?p=34#comment-1618 [...] Katirra visits The Man in the Treehouse. [...] [...] Katirra visits The Man in the Treehouse. [...]

]]> By: Katirra http://www.promptedtowrite.com/relationships/the-man-in-the-treehouse/comment-page-1/#comment-1561 Katirra Sat, 02 Jan 2010 02:18:20 +0000 http://www.promptedtowrite.com/?p=34#comment-1561 Surprised, the youthful man looked straight from the pages of GQ. Not the hermit I pictured. “May I help you?” he asked. “Mr. Jones? I was hoping you might have some information about this woman?” I showed the picture of Miss. Cleo. Sighing, “Would you like to come in?” He gestured to a table, I sat. “Coffee, tea?” he asked. I took the mug, sipped & gasped. Miss. Clio’s face, screaming & fist looked as if they were hitting the mug. Mr. Jones held a plain white mug. “I’m sorry.” Shelving two mugs, one was damp with tears. Surprised, the youthful man looked straight from the pages of GQ. Not the hermit I pictured.

“May I help you?” he asked.

“Mr. Jones? I was hoping you might have some information about this woman?”

I showed the picture of Miss. Cleo.

Sighing, “Would you like to come in?”

He gestured to a table, I sat.

“Coffee, tea?” he asked.

I took the mug, sipped & gasped.

Miss. Clio’s face, screaming & fist looked as if they were hitting the mug.

Mr. Jones held a plain white mug. “I’m sorry.”

Shelving two mugs, one was damp with tears.

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