ON HE RODE: Chapter Five

A small-town SAFEWAY invites me in for Dutch-lunch picnic supplies — Blitz Weinhard beer, Tillamook cheddar, saltine crackers. I fall in love with the checkout gamin’s tan, competent-looking hands. Should I be jokey? How does she like my new beard? When she says what beard, I’ll say the one I just started. “Eighteen, nineteen, and…

Rules and Regs for the September edition of the Great Bamboo Ridge Year of the Dog writing contest : )

Okay, we’re on our way. This month you can continue with any of the stories posted. You have the five story choices below. Pick one, write part three, 100 words. Post with the original title as your title. Please make sure to include Part One and Part Two when you post your Part Three. This…

Dat Buggah Ma Fadda (Part 2) by HOMELESSINHONOLULU (revised)

“So what da buggah said?” ma madda asked afta ma fadda dropped me off. “About what?” “About what?” she said, mocking me. “How about what he promised fo pay me in child support? About what? How about what he owes me for trowing one brick tru my windshield?” She sat at the table looking out…

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