Ron's Return
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 25
by
copier
· original author:
pats2015
Having not heard from his wife all day and knowing the severity of her condition Ron decided to leave work early and rush home. He hoped to find her sleeping off whatever medicine they gave to relieve her constipation. Still when he couldn't reach her all day he grew concerned which was why he was going a little bit faster than his little gated community allowed.
As he entered he had to admit that since his family had moved here it hadn't really felt like much of a community at all. He couldn't even recall any neighbors bothering to welcome them to the neighborhood. Being a pariah felt different and some times Ron wished they could return to their old lives. Then he thought about the difficultly of upending his kids lives and quickly dismissed the thought. Nope it appeared he and his family would just have to live with being ostracized. After all, it wasn't like the neighborhood was going to change any time soon.
Little did Ron know that the neighborhood, and his wife, had changed a lot since he left this morning.
As Ron drove along something felt different he couldn't quite place it. He was so fixated about this that when his car hit a series of potholes he was nearly veered onto the sidewalk.
What the Hell?! Ron shouted to himself.
He didn't remember seeing any potholes this morning on his commute. For amount they paid there shouldn't even be any potholes around here. He looked back in his mirror to try and see what kind of damage he could expect but instead his eyes were drawn to ahead. Draped across the Anderson's home were two giant stripes of pink fabric. They almost looked like they were in the shape of...socks.
As the picture formed in Ron's head he felt his car suddenly tilt into a ditch in the middle of the street. His head hit the steering wheel hard, knocking him unconscious. The last thought he had were of the pink pair of socks he handed his wife as she struggled to get dressed for her follow up appointment.
As he entered he had to admit that since his family had moved here it hadn't really felt like much of a community at all. He couldn't even recall any neighbors bothering to welcome them to the neighborhood. Being a pariah felt different and some times Ron wished they could return to their old lives. Then he thought about the difficultly of upending his kids lives and quickly dismissed the thought. Nope it appeared he and his family would just have to live with being ostracized. After all, it wasn't like the neighborhood was going to change any time soon.
Little did Ron know that the neighborhood, and his wife, had changed a lot since he left this morning.
As Ron drove along something felt different he couldn't quite place it. He was so fixated about this that when his car hit a series of potholes he was nearly veered onto the sidewalk.
What the Hell?! Ron shouted to himself.
He didn't remember seeing any potholes this morning on his commute. For amount they paid there shouldn't even be any potholes around here. He looked back in his mirror to try and see what kind of damage he could expect but instead his eyes were drawn to ahead. Draped across the Anderson's home were two giant stripes of pink fabric. They almost looked like they were in the shape of...socks.
As the picture formed in Ron's head he felt his car suddenly tilt into a ditch in the middle of the street. His head hit the steering wheel hard, knocking him unconscious. The last thought he had were of the pink pair of socks he handed his wife as she struggled to get dressed for her follow up appointment.
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