Archive for February, 2013


February 28, 2013


            I called up my friend, Chip, and said, “Dude, you wanted to borrow my convertible caddy? Come on by and pick it up.”

            The last I saw of her was on the Tuesday before Fat Tuesday. He took it to New Orleans, by way of his local supermarket, I guess—judging by the photos of her in impound.

            He gave her some modifications, chopped her top, enjoyed Mardi Gras and got himself arrested, and her impounded.

            I see by the photos, his latest girlfriend was my last girlfriend.

            Needless to say, we’re no longer friends.

            For sale for impound fees.


Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash Fiction Wednesdays

February 28, 2013

Try and say that title five times fast. Or one time real slow. Either way, check it out. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the moderator over at the “global community for blogging writers.” On Wednesdays, there is a photo posted for flash fiction competition, 100 words. See how clean your storytelling can be! Good luck.

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