Tropical Sue Dec 2015
Book 1
I pulled my semi truck into my front yard around midnight. My dog Kelly jumped out to do her business and check her pee mail. I was too tired to lug stuff from the truck into the house. I will do it in the morning.
As Kelly & I approached the front door the motion light came on. "Good job" I said to the concrete gator as I shoved him aside from his place in front of the screen door.
Kelly & I entered our modest home that I refer to as The Fortress of Solitude. I turned on some lights and walked around, checking to make sure all was well. It always smells a little musty after we've been gone for several weeks even with the air cond set on 75. I cracked some windows to let fresh air circulate.
I open the blinds on the back window and flip on the porch light. It's still there right where I left it, waiting patiently for my return. My 1972 Sears Gamefisher 14' boat named "Dolphin". My adventure boat.
Kelly waits while I fill her water bowl. I switch on the tv and caught some news. More bad guys caught in their crimes and headed to jail. They will never learn, or so it seems. I change into my bed clothes, climb into bed and fall asleep with the tv on. Kelly climbs her special doggy stairs onto the bed and takes her place at my feet. Happily chewing on her chew toy.
Morning comes bright & early. Kelly wakes up with the sun and is already barking at me to get up & let her out. My neighbor's roosters & turkeys have been up for an hour or so already. I lay there half asleep and groggy and then I hear the news lady say "drug bust, southwest Florida area". It slightly registers in my mind. I look at the tv and see his face "omg" I think, "it's him".
