RING... RING... RING..... RING....
DISPATCHER: 911, what seems to be the emergency?
LOCAL CITIZEN: Hello... hello?
DISPATCHER: Hello? This is the Dispatcher, how can I help you?
LOCAL CITIZEN: Yes, Please send the police or the ambulance! I think he's dead, or she? Whatever it is... it's unconscious, laid on the ground between the road and the corn field. Oh dear god! Sweet Jesus, please, please send some help!
DISPATCHER: All right, ma'am. I need you to take a few deep breaths and relax, we will send help. Where are you calling from?
LOCAL CITIZEN: I don't know? I have the slightest idear where I am? No street name or nothin at the sort. I am miles away from the town, I'm out on the road between the row of cornfield and sunflowers. Just few miles.... CAN YOU TRACK THIS NUMBER DOWN? I'm using the pay phone for Christ sakes! This person is in pain, covered in blood and what also appears to be sploodge, I think? It's milky white and it's all over it's chest area. My god, I want to puke.
DISPATCHER: My goodness, that sounds horrible. What kind of person would do a thing like that?
LOCAL CITIZEN: I don't know?
DISPATCHER:.......
LOCAL CITIZEN:...
DISPATCHER:......
LOCAL CITIZEN:....
DISPATCHER:.... Ma'am I've track down your location, help will be on it's way. Just hang in there a little longer, until the ambulance arrive at your location... everything will be all right.... it will be just fine....
LOCAL CITIZEN: Oh, thank you, thank you, baby doll. You are a peach.
DISPATCHER: No problem.....
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KOI FISH ROMANCE IN IOWA //🐟 A NOVEL 🐟// BY: MR. OMAR KING
Random70 and up year old Olive Kankertale is having a friend for dinner over in her old big house in the prairie of Iowa... but then something else comes up.... her friend won't be able to make it over at Olive's house. Who will she have dinner with, now?
