The bulletin board was lousy with business cards crowded and overlapping and concealing their brethren, scattered like tiles amongst fluttering 8 ½ by 11s of home-made adverts with tear-off tabs of contact info stumbling along their lower edges. Continue reading
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It’s What’s for Dinner…
The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Menu”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories
“So many choices, to be fixed in so many interesting ways,” the first one viewed the live menu, feeling the water come to his mouth as he imagined this one, or that one, deep fried, or rubbed with chilies and served with corn chips, a side of guac, and a scoop of sour cream. Continue reading
Custody on the West Bay Corral
Lula’s Full Moons 40 Saloon, nestled into the western-most corner Zeta-5’s Rest and Rehab Station, was half full of the usual hands, lounging in leathers and 10-gallon hats, or tipping back shots in titillating bustiers and full ruffled skirts. Or jeans and flip flops. Lula didn’t care, just so long as folks were respectful and they paid their bar bill.
