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Accord Hospice Drabble-a-thon: Day 62

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DAY 62

STORY #62

Look Before You Leap

One afternoon, Mrs. Thompson’s mobile rang. “Mrs. Thomson?” A male voice said, “This is the new accountant your husband hired-- I have bad news.” She gripped the phone--“What is it?” The man replied, “Your entire portfolio is about to go down the loo, and I can’t reach your husband--you should sell, before you lose everything.”

Immediately, Mrs. Thompson got hold of her broker told him to sell--at a huge loss. The phone rang, “Mrs. Thompson, I forgot. Tell Harry to hock the jewelry, as well.” “Harry?” Mrs. Thomson exclaimed, “But my husband is Gerald!” “Oh. Sorry, wrong number.”

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About the charity : Accord Hospice
ACCORD Hospice provides specialist palliative care to the communities of Renfrewshire and parts of East Renfrewshire. This care is provided to over 500 patients and families each year by our multi-disciplinary team including our three consultants, In Patient Care (8 beds), Day Care (15 places) Community Nurse Specialists (5) and a whole range of different therapies. Almost £2 million is required in this financial year (07/08)
Charity Registration No SC013682

Accord 100 Story Challenge: DAY 61









Writing in support of Accord Hospice in Paisley, Scotland. Visit their website at:

www.accord.org.uk

DAY 61

STORY #61

The Capture of The Yellowstone Kid

Rancher Joe Davis took a newlywed couple on a ride in the brand new Yellowstone National Park. They rounded a bend, only to be faced by a shotgun-wielding outlaw. “Up with your hands!” Commanded the masked man.

The men submitted meekly--something about staring at a double-barreled shotgun will make you do that. While the outlaw relieved the men of their cash and watches, the bride pulled a derringer from her purse--meaningfully pointing it, at a certain part of the robber’s lower anatomy. He had no choice but to disarm and surrender--either that, or learn to sing soprano.