|BLUE (standard:humor, 1543 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Aug 19 2011||Views/Reads: 1073/721||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Jerry gets ideas day and night but this may be the big one.|
BLUE “Deb wondered who in the hell could be calling her at five o'clock in the morning.” She knew from 70 years of life experience that phone calls coming at 5AM were unlikely to offer up good news. “Hello if this is a wrong number call I will hunt you down and kill you.” Debra suffered from arthritis and like most nights was awake until after midnight. She had taken medication for pain and a mild sleeping pill but both drugs effects had worn off hours ago. She was unusually rude to whoever was calling letting them know she was in no way happy about having her sleep interrupted at this ungodly hour. “Deb I have got to tell someone about this and I thought of you right off.” “Jerry is that you? Are you nuts it's five o'clock in the morning for God's sake? What the hell are you thinking?” Jerry was an old friend of Debs that for one short period in her life had been a lot more than just a friend. The fling had been in their college days, many years and two of Debs' marriages ago. Jerry still reached out to her when he wanted to brag about one of his new inventions. Often of late, he only called when someone had hurt his feelings by rejecting one of his harebrained ideas. Jerry was one of those real smart guys that have no common sense what so ever. He frequently got miffed when ordinary people treated him as if he was odd. As a matter of fact, Jerry was odd, but smart as hell and absolutely tireless when on one of his project quests. “Deb you need to get dressed and come over to my basement workshop right away. I have something here you just have to experience.” “Look Jerry the only place I am going is back to bed and for that I don't have to get dressed.” She regretted having said the last part because it sounded as if she had been sleeping nude instead of wearing flannel pajamas that smelled of the liniment she always applied to her painful knees before retiring. “No Deb don't go back to bed you have to see this. Look I will drive over and pick you up. Get dressed I will be downstairs in ten minutes. You have just got to look at what I have done.” “Okay Jerry but lets make it twenty minutes and this had better be a lot more important than you getting your feelings hurt by some woman in Billie's Bistro because she did not understand your peace plan for the middle east.” “No way would I call you just for that. I learned my lesson the last time when you hung up on me ten times in a row. This is big I mean really big!” Deb knew Jerry well enough to understand that he was on the last part of one of his invention highs and that if she hung up the phone he would only call back until she relented and did as he ask. Deb took a quick shower to remove the liniment odor. She pulled on loose fitting sweat pants and a matching top, ran a comb through her still wet hair then grabbed a jacket from the hall closet. She stepped back from the curb only seconds before Jerry's speeding rag top Jeep came to a screeching halt atop the spot she had stood. Jerry looked elated and fresh as a teenager; it was obvious his new invention high was in full bloom. If Jerry held true to form, he would finish all the major work on his new creation then crash and sleep for two days and nights. Deb strapped herself into the passenger's seat and held on tight until the manic Jerry pulled up to the side entrance of his house and workshop. “I love the funny blue color of the thing. What does it do? “Well it started out to be a way to improve my vision by using the Click here to read the rest of this story (86 more lines)
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