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Paranoia - A short story

On The Grey Flag

The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.

Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.

The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.

The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.

It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.

How to use Evernote:Home Projects

On Mike Dariano

That note says I need to paint the side of our garage. It should be yelling it.

A year ago we had a derecho that did a lot of damage to our area of Northwest Ohio but relatively little damage to us. Part of our damage was that a tree limb punched it's way through our garage siding and ripped through it like a knife going through a juicy summer steak. It took me a long time to get around to fixing it and even longer to paint it.

But now, through the power of Evernote I will finish this project. I really should have created this idea long ago. We have a continual list of home projects ranging from This needs fixed or we will be really uncomfortable to It sure would be nice if _____. I created a notebook called Home Projects and have begun compiling notes for these projects. Here's five reasons why I think this will work.

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