return of the news junkie

Ok, with so much happening in the news latel I have become a news junkie again. This morning I found myself refreshing news web pages every few minutes, mostly because the stories on the health of the pope changed every few minutes.

Now, I am not a catholic, but I will admit that the pope is a very influential figure and he has done good for the world. So naturally I am interested in his health, and I hope that when he passes it is without pain.

Other stories that have interested my in the past few days have ben the cleanup from the earthquake in the tsunami region. I hope that those people get some peace and that mother earth unleashes her fury a little more slowly in that region. Also hearing that Terri Schiavo was finally at rest was a big story.

So, with nothing much else to say right now, I guess I'll just keep on working on the story I started yesterday.

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Maureen Banks sat in her bay window, a hot mug of tea between her hands. She stared out into the rain that had been falling for days. Normally a very social person she had relished the solitude that had befallen her the past few days. She was now very glad that she had decided to allow her husband and children to visit her in-laws alone.
The feelings had started yesterday, feelings that somebody was looking for her, and that person was getting closer. The feelings had disrupted her sleep. Disrupted it to the point where she was hallucinating. As she watched the rain fall she often thought that she saw a man in black coming out of it.
She was brought of out her thoughts when she realized that her tea had turned cold. Uncurling herself she walked toward the kitchen.
She dumped the cold tea into the sink and refilled her mug with water. She was almost to the microwave when she decided just to drink the water in the mug. Then she placed the mug in the sink to be washed later.
Grabbing a blanket as she walked past the couch, maureen made her way back to the bay window. Sitting back down she continued to watch the rain, and a mn in black walk out of it before her mind told her that he wasn't there.
The next time that Maureen became aware of her surroundings again it was her stomach that got her attention, not cold hands. She realized that she had been curled up in the window way too long when her limbs ached from the movement.
She flipped on the light in the pantry. Looking around she didn't see anything that just called to her for dinner, so he settled on a small microwave side dish and some leftover meat from a few days earlier.
Deciding that she had had enough of watching the rain, Maureen set her dinner down on the cofee table and turned to turn on the television.
She screamed when she saw him standing there.
"Hello, Kyra."
Maureen stepped back, and immediately fell over the coffee table, tearing gash in her leg.
As she lay on the floor bleeding, she thought that this must be the end. Then the man in black took the napkin that she had laid on the table next to her dinner and applied it to the wound.
"Kyra, I am not here to hurt you. You must know that," the man in black said.
Maureen finally started to regain her composure. "Who are you? and why do you keep calling me Kyra? My name is Maureen."
"My name is not important for now, it will come to you eventually. I call you Kyra for that is your name. Now we must clean this wound and dress it."
"It's not bad, see it's already stopped bleeding."
"We must clean it and dress it anyway, you cannot afford an infection. You must be at full strength for what is to come."
"What do you mean?"
"You shall see."