tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4603887507402940854.post-19349522061784406882007-10-28T03:13:00.001-04:002008-07-03T10:52:34.106-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.destructoid.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/300px-Bigcombo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.destructoid.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/08/300px-Bigcombo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU!</span> Thank you all, for your very kind support and sponsorship, during these past 100 days. It's hard to believe this is my last story! Thanks for supporting Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland. Together, we've helped to raise 160 pounds for this wonderful cause. I am keeping the Justgiving fund open for 2 more months, in case anyone wants to donate at a later date--but the fund raiser officially ends with today's installment.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I hope you've enjoyed these 100 stories, and once again wish to thank Jack and Charlie for their three excellent contributions to this blog. I also want to remind you that all stories were written in honour of the patients of Accord, and in memory of Mrs. Helen McDonald. As always, you can find Accord on the web at:</span><br />www.accord.org.uk<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">THANKS! </span>(Nancy.)<br /><br />DAY 100<br /><br />STORY #100<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The Lady in Red</span><br /><br />It was early on a sweltering Los Angles afternoon. I was sitting at my desk at my detective agency, watching the sun creep across the floor, hearing a fly buzzing at the window, and contemplating the bottle of bourbon on my desk. Just then, someone knocked. <o:p></o:p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>“Come in,” I answered wearily. “Hello, Charles.” It was her. That blond bombshell I called, “the lady in red”. The woman who suckered me into helping her cover up a murder, and nearly cost me my life in doing so. “I’m back.” She whispered demurely. But…did I want to kiss her, or kill her? <o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.justgiving.com/nbgolash</div>playwrite27http://www.blogger.com/profile/04715683078920097677noreply@blogger.com