#egatjf

Time for more beginnings to stories that should not be written...  I'll start with examples - please add your own. "Mildred, when Roger returns you know what must be done."  I stood there in horror watching the surveillance playback in the nursing home back office; the grainy image of my grandmother, bedpan raised over her head like some weaponized Ten Commandments stone tablet, spoke those words to her roommate, Miss McClatchy.  I glanced quickly over to the orderly, Roger, ice pack to head, and despite knowing what was coming I still winced at the low-fi clang emitted from the closed circuit system speakers when the full force of the bedpan was brought to bear on his unsuspecting head. In a few quick motions, my grandmother grabbed his keys, wallet, cigarettes and a pack of matches.  An APB already went out for his missing Nova. And while I secretly knew they were heading to Vegas, I couldn't help but wonder if the legend of my families' treasure buried there was actually true... only one way to find out: I hopped in my BMW, cranked the Michael Flatly CD, and set the cruise control to 65... sayonara Cinnaminson.