This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
Someone was knocking at the front door. He rose like a zombie to answer the summons. His feet moved without any direction from him. Until recently Carole would handle any interruptions from their quiet life. Until today.
Her fever had approached dangerous levels two days ago. Then came the lost of her taste buds. That was a devastating blow to her ego. She basked in the comments of her guests after one of her fantastic dinners.
It was their neighbor Mel.
“Where’s Carole”, he asked
Oh Danny Boy! 
Hi. my name is Debbie Schoop-Wilson and I knew Carole from Santa Rosa, CA. My husband and I visited you all in NC, but I have since lost track of where in Florida Carole moved to. Can you please give her my email address and ask her to contact me? I would love to hear from her!!! It’s wilson@oreilly.com Thanks
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Hi Debbie:
She can be reached at carolejames2010@gmail.com
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Hopefully Carole is convalescing in the sun room out back and will be answering the door again soon.
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Dear Danny,
I can only hope Carole recovers. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very timely and so true. Merry Christmas!
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Hmm, I like the mystery you left us with by his neighbor’s question. Nicely done! Wishing you a happy peaceful Christmas!
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Merry Christmas, DJ. Stay safe! Don’t be like Carole.
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Same to you. Looks like a couple of cold days here in central Florida and up your way.
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Whew! It is so cold already, and windy….!!
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Oh, we are left wondering just where she is! I fear the worst. Then again, I do sense more to that “Where’s Carole?” than you let on!
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