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The Christmas vacation

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Original Writing (Mrs Morrow) It was getting late so I decided to head off home. Picking up my bag, I said my goodbyes to my friends, thanked the bride & groom for putting on such a wonderful wedding reception & exited the church hall. I thought I'd try to travel to Trenton station in a taxi, despite the time. Some taxi drivers will do anything to make a few dollars even if it means staying up until 3am. I wasn't under the influence too much but I didn't have my car with me. After waiting for nearly 15 minutes I finally managed to flag down a taxi. After breaking a nail (despite the protection my gloves provided) exiting the taxi, I walked down the steps into Trenton station. Because of the time, the station appeared to be unmanned. I glanced round and noticed the train timetable conveniently positioned on the wall behind me. It said that the next train from Trenton was due in 6 minutes & that it stopped at Newark. The train arrived 4 minutes later than advertised, but I suppose that was a good thing as it allowed me to have a cigarette. I do hate when you're in the middle of smoking a cigarette and the train arrives early, meaning you have to extinguish it. ...read more.

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He looked at me rather shocked. "Would you like a cigarette," he offered. I wasn't quite sure whether to or not. This wasn't a smoking car & there were more no smoking signs on the windows than there were empty seats. "I don't believe this is a smoker Rudolf," I replied politely. "That's alright. We can smoke until they start screaming at us." He answered. I was rather astonished at his attitude, but I took one anyway. As he lit my cigarette, I could feel the smoke drift gently down my neck. It felt rather good smoking with another person. My husband doesn't smoke & heaven forbid if I ever caught Ernest smoking. I have tried numerous times to quit, but I can never seem to keep it up. I have no will power what so ever. To tell the truth, I am a rather big perfectionist. I like things to be perfect. My family often complains that I worry too much about things being perfect. If my husband has a button on his blazer that isn't quite secure, I cannot stop myself from sewing it on properly, regardless of how late he is. I don't work, so I spend my day shopping and cleaning the house. My husband invests in Real Estate and provides more than enough to keep us on our feet. ...read more.

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"Good luck with your operation Rudolf," I said, "thank you Mrs Morrow, "he replied. I left the train in a very good mood. I have learnt things about Ernest that he had never told me. I was also very excited because Ernest had said that he would phone that night. I was very interested in what he had to say. Before I could walk up the steps and out of Newark Station, a man grabbed at my bag. It was firmly wrapped around my hand; therefore he was struggling to take it off me. In desperation, I screamed for help. But like at Trenton, the station appeared to be unmanned. There was no-one in sight. It looked as if the man new this, and despite my screaming, he continued to tug at my bag. Panicking, the man hit me across the face. He had knocked me unconscious. I remembered nothing after this, apart from waking up to the sound of a woman. "She's awake!" Exclaimed the woman. "Its ok mam, an ambulance is on its way. You've taken a nasty fall, but it's going to be alright, we're here now." The ambulance arrived almost a minute after, and all I can remember is the sound of the paramedic's voice telling me that everything was going to be alright. I fell asleep in the ambulance on that cold Tuesday morning unaware of what had happened to me and unable to tell anyone my name. ...read more.

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