Close to Home by John McPherson for August 22, 2018

Kind of an odd positioning of the arms, I’d say.

Oh it’s probably her husband, he was always wrapped up in himself most of the time anyway!

It’ll kind of be like Christmas morning!

If he doesn’t show up at home for 8 weeks, it’s probably him.

Actually it may be somebody’s “mummy”!

Run a DNA test. It’ll be back in a few days.

Just in case, do you have a return policy if it isn’t him, or if it is him and I wish it wasn’t.

Or maybe when that cacoon is opened, a really big butterfly.

“But we will continue billing you, just the same.”

This is not so farfetched as it may seem. A few years back, at my alma mater, a passenger van filled with students and staff was returning from an extracurricular event when their vehicle was involved in an accident that resulted in the deaths of most of them. There was one student survivor in the group who bore a slight resemblance to another passenger who had died at the scene. Because of the nature of her injuries and the bandaging necessary, the identity of the two was confused, and it was some weeks before the their families discovered the mistake.

I want a Tootsie Roll!