Vreemdeling

by Laine P. Grey

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She came with the only bus going in and out of Cage. At 9:28 a.m., March 13, 1986.
She had but one suitcase in her hand, and a glare that dared you to ask why. “Hey, you know someplace I can spend the night?” She asked me.
“What’s your name?” I asked, as if in a trance.
“Didn’t you hear me? I need some place to stay!” Absentmindedly, I pointed down the road. After she had walked a little while, she turned and yelled something.
“What’d she say?” Nigel wrinkled his nose.
“Vreemdeling. It’s dutch. For stranger.” I whispered.
“It’s dutch for weirdo.” Nigel isn’t one for miracles.

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  1. Vreemdeling

    SKermitgorf's Buddy Icon SKermitgorf

    Posted 8 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    not to be nit picky but I think you meant “hear” “Didn’t you here me? Not that it changed the story any. You spell better than I do, so no offense meant, I liked the ‘it’s dutch for weirdo’ lol.

  2. Vreemdeling

    Laine P. Grey's Buddy Icon Laine P. Grey

    Posted 8 months ago

    Thanks for picking up on that.

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