Sometimes the Universe gives you a subtle nudge.

And sometimes, it knocks you down to get your attention.

In a very chance meeting at a flea market, I struck up a conversation with a young man selling his record collection. He worked at a local teaching facility that was looking to hire. I had been thinking about a job change for a while, and decided I’d pursue the opportunity.

He suggested that I drop off my resume, and schedule an interview with the staff director.

Without doing the proper research, I showed up the next day at the facility.

As I arrived, I stepped out of my car and turned my foot outward into a small break in the parking lot pavement.

I had done this before many times with little consequence. So, I brushed myself off, dropped off my resume and went about my business.

A few hours later…

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Genre: Drama / Humor

A Little Malarkey

Grandma Mercy had no patience for wimps nor fools. In her book, Sidney fit both categories. “How’d you ever hook up with a fool like him?”

“Now MeeMa. What’s done is done. No point tempting your blood pressure. He’s a good man.” Celeste paced the hundred-year kitchen, stepping on the creaky spots she still remembered. Freckled and ponytailed, she looked closer to eighteen than thirty. ”I’d like tea. You want tea? Where’s the kettle?”

“Sure. Made double chocolate brownies yesterday. The man’s hands are softer than a baby’s brand new skin.” Grandma reached into a cupboard for the treat tin and another for cups and saucers.

“He’s a scholar. A University Prof. What’s wrong with that?” She watched the gas flame catch beneath the beat up kettle. “Where’s the one I bought you for Christmas?”

Mrs Terry poses happily for reporters after being cleared yesterday

Women’s support groups were jubilant yesterday after a 38 year old London woman was allowed to walk free from court, despite being found guilty of murdering her husband, in what was described in court as: “a frenzied and sustained attack” with an axe in June 2015..

During the six weeks trial, the court heard how Mrs Mary Terry from Whitechapel in East London, was close to the onset of her menstrual cycle at the time of the murder. The court was then told how she had been subjected, to what her barrister described as, “a sickening catalogue of abuse” at the hands of her 45 year old chartered accountant husband of 18 years, Miles.

A number of female jurors wept openly as defending counsel, Penelope Barrington-James QC, described how, during their marriage, Mr Terry had repeatedly made a slight squeaking…