Today’s post is a writing challenge. This is how it works: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once, and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now.
My words are:
activism ~ demise ~ menagerie ~ refined ~ venture
activism ~ demise ~ menagerie ~ refined ~ venture
I created a glossary on all the featured characters for you to keep track, check it out.
The latest, rather alarming communication I had with them, was a text from Dave who wanted to find out about terminating his expat agreement prematurely.
As it turned out it, events were overturning in his family's lives back home.
In a nutshell his almost 80 year old father Jack Miller, along with his grandson Jason - David's nephew - was involved in a traffic accident upon fleeing from some animal rights activism stunt that night.
Jason is 17 years old and was just approaching his graduation. As a senior care / prank he and his buddies thought it was a good idea to venture out and release a dozen mink from a fur farm. They were supposed to bring one animal to school the next day - proof for being successful.
The freed animals caused trouble in the neighbourhood, attacking cats and snacking on chickens. One mink with less refined taste buds must have munched on Jason's getaway car's coolant hose, which caused the car to overheat and blow a head gasket.
His so-called friends had left quickly, and instead of calling road assistance and risking police involvement, Jason decided to ask his granddad for help. After his parents' divorce Jason kept acting out, and his grandfather was the only one who seemed to get through to him these days.
So the two of them were driving home that night. It was getting dark. Heavy rain was pouring down, and visibility was poor. In a sharp bend their car skidded and crashed into a tree.
Granddad Jack was dead on impact; Jason regained consciousness after a few seconds, and luckily there was cellphone reception, and he was able to call the paramedics who picked him up. He had sustained multiple serious injuries that were being treated at a hospital not too far away.
Unfortunately surgery revealed they had to remove a large part of Jason's badly damaged liver. He was airlifted to Yale New Haven where he was going to have to wait for a donor.
This is where incidences started to overturn even more.
Blood tests done on both Jason's parents not only revealed that they didn't match to be donors, but that Sean wasn't actually his biological father.
David got called out of a meeting, and he learned about his father Jack's tragic demise, his nephew Jason's being in critical condition at the hospital AND that he, David, might be able to help, which a quick trip to his local doctor's office confirmed.
As you're reading this, Dave is on his flight to Connecticut. He's looking at a series of tests to further determine if he's a suitable donor, and if so, he'll undergo preparation right away. Living-donor transplantation involved the removal of a portion of his liver which will, in time, grow back. No beers until further notice, the doctor half-heartedly joked.
In-between screenings he'll drive to his parents' place to be with his grieving Mother and to arrange for his Dad's funeral. At some point he'll meet with his sister Donna to try and find out who her son's real Father is - and what the h*** happened almost 18 years ago?
Call me insensitive, but this situation perfectly reflects the term "human menagerie", don't you agree? Boy, am I glad this is fictional, and we all know there will in fact be no beers for Dave...
The latest, rather alarming communication I had with them, was a text from Dave who wanted to find out about terminating his expat agreement prematurely.
As it turned out it, events were overturning in his family's lives back home.
In a nutshell his almost 80 year old father Jack Miller, along with his grandson Jason - David's nephew - was involved in a traffic accident upon fleeing from some animal rights activism stunt that night.
Jason is 17 years old and was just approaching his graduation. As a senior care / prank he and his buddies thought it was a good idea to venture out and release a dozen mink from a fur farm. They were supposed to bring one animal to school the next day - proof for being successful.
The freed animals caused trouble in the neighbourhood, attacking cats and snacking on chickens. One mink with less refined taste buds must have munched on Jason's getaway car's coolant hose, which caused the car to overheat and blow a head gasket.
His so-called friends had left quickly, and instead of calling road assistance and risking police involvement, Jason decided to ask his granddad for help. After his parents' divorce Jason kept acting out, and his grandfather was the only one who seemed to get through to him these days.
So the two of them were driving home that night. It was getting dark. Heavy rain was pouring down, and visibility was poor. In a sharp bend their car skidded and crashed into a tree.
Granddad Jack was dead on impact; Jason regained consciousness after a few seconds, and luckily there was cellphone reception, and he was able to call the paramedics who picked him up. He had sustained multiple serious injuries that were being treated at a hospital not too far away.
Unfortunately surgery revealed they had to remove a large part of Jason's badly damaged liver. He was airlifted to Yale New Haven where he was going to have to wait for a donor.
This is where incidences started to overturn even more.
Blood tests done on both Jason's parents not only revealed that they didn't match to be donors, but that Sean wasn't actually his biological father.
David got called out of a meeting, and he learned about his father Jack's tragic demise, his nephew Jason's being in critical condition at the hospital AND that he, David, might be able to help, which a quick trip to his local doctor's office confirmed.
As you're reading this, Dave is on his flight to Connecticut. He's looking at a series of tests to further determine if he's a suitable donor, and if so, he'll undergo preparation right away. Living-donor transplantation involved the removal of a portion of his liver which will, in time, grow back. No beers until further notice, the doctor half-heartedly joked.
In-between screenings he'll drive to his parents' place to be with his grieving Mother and to arrange for his Dad's funeral. At some point he'll meet with his sister Donna to try and find out who her son's real Father is - and what the h*** happened almost 18 years ago?
Call me insensitive, but this situation perfectly reflects the term "human menagerie", don't you agree? Boy, am I glad this is fictional, and we all know there will in fact be no beers for Dave...
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