OLWG #118- Randall Turner

This week’s prompts are at the bottom.
Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

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Randall Turner lived alone in the two-story house at the corner of Tenth and Court Street. The stucco home, with the big cottonwood growing in the front yard, and the wrap-around porch. He kept to himself for the most part. Didn’t have family, no close friends in town. Essentially, he was a loner . We all knew that he was a writer, but no one knew what kind of writing he did. Nobody had ever read anything that he had written. I knew his name because I’d introduced myself at the grocer’s shortly after he had moved to town.

He never turned his porch lights on so the house wasn’t very inviting. If you bothered to pay attention you’d see the lights inside the house turn on in the evenings and turn off about bedtime. Nobody realized that he had the inside lights on timers or that the bulb in the porch light had burned out. He kept his car in the garage. The yard got to looking a little rough, but that’s pretty common around here, these days, with the drought and all.

Now, Mr Turner, being a writer, had a lot of software on his computer. He used Microsoft products and Adobe products. He had grammar checkers, text editors, drawing products, he had all kinds of stuff. As is the fashion these days most of his apps were paid by subscription. Nobody owns software these days. You pay Adobe, or Microsoft, or whoever else a monthly fee and you get to use their software. Randall had his software payments set up for automatic withdrawl from his bank account. His utility bills and his mortgage were done that way too. Residuals and other regular payments were all on direct deposit.

So when Randall Turner, fell in the house, hit his head, and died it took a couple of years for anyone to notice. But, that’s how they noticed. His software subscriptions and automatic bill payments finally drained his bank account. That’s how they figured out he’d passed.

It seems that the folks from Microsoft sent a collector around because Randall hadn’t paid on his Office 365 subscription for almost a year. The bill collector looked through the windows and noticed skeletal remains on the kitchen floor. Rats don’t leave much. They identified the body by using his dental records.

I’m not very proud of this town any more and I’m none too proud of myself either, these days. I’m going ’round to Widow Patterson’s house now. It’s time for me to mow her lawn. You can walk along if you want. I’ve got about ten senior citizens that I check on regularly. They all live alone. Bill, Petey, and Fast Ed are each responsible for about the same. We don’t want what happened to Mr Turner to happen to anyone else. Nobody should be that alone.

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This week’s prompts are:

1. take the blame
2. bell bottoms
3. dollar bills for the topless dancer

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1. Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
   Write something
   Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!