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Eugene Kendall™ · Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 3:19 pm Post subject:

sry for the double post but we need dr.watson entry post haste

Dr. Watson · Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2005 4:13 pm Post subject:

er...sorry about the wait. College has been quite busy these past couple of days. I shall submit my story post haste.

EDIT: Here is my entry

By Doctor Watson
“Unaware”

Hoooonnnnkkk! Horns blared, trucks belched clouds of dirty smoke, and sports cars zoomed along the busy city street. The hubbub of the metropolis seemed infectious—everyone, everywhere were buzzing like drone bees on their hive.
And Mr. Giles Farmington was right in the middle of it. He glanced perfunctorily at his Rolex watch (gold of course) and noted the time. 2:00. He sighed impatiently. His important meeting with the bank president was at 2:15. Now this traffic was holding him up. The State Central Bank was just across the street—so close but yet so far. When was that pedestrian light going to turn on anyway? He shifted his weight and switched his briefcase to his other hand as he stood on the curb.
“Hello, there, young man,” said a voice beside him.
Giles Farmington turned to see a bent, hobbling old woman walk up beside him. She tapped her cane against the warm concrete and sniffed. “Rather warm, today, isn’t it?”
Farmington nodded briefly.
“Do you work at the bank?” she asked.
Just then, the light came on, and traffic came to halt. He had no time for this old lady. What would the bank president say if he were late? He answered a swift, “Yes” and started walking across the crosswalk. Behind him, he could the tap, tap, tap of the lady’s cane. What is she doing out here? he wondered. She’ll never make it across in time. By now he was on the other side of the street. Giles glanced briefly over his shoulder. The old woman was limping slowly in the middle of the street. Very slowly.
His conscience pricked him. Help her out. She’s just an old woman. “I don’t have time,” he muttered to himself. Yet despite himself, he turned back, and strode quickly to the middle of the road. He gently took hold of the lady’s arm. She glanced up, a mixture of curiosity and surprise on her face. She remained quiet, though, not saying a word.
Giles felt the stares of all the motorists on him, as they walked slowly to the opposite curb. He knew they looked strange—a tall well-dressed businessman, and a decrepit, gnarled old woman. He looked at his watch surreptitiously. 2:10. He was going to be late…
They made it to the curb, just as the traffic light turned green. Like hungry monsters, the cars and trucks roared past.
“Why thank you, Giles,” said the old woman.
Giles’ brow crinkled. “How did you know my name?”
The lady smiled and handed him a small piece of paper. The businessman scanned it quickly. “Some have entertained angels unawares.” Giles Farmington glanced up in shock. But the old woman had vanished.

Cheerio

DW