My Flash fiction submission was submitted too late for consideration in this week's competition at The Raisin Chronicles. But I still wanted to share it with you.
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The Chief
You never meant this to happen. But, man, if some of those Ivy League pr*cks from college could see you now, they'd choke on their silver, fr*ckin’ spoons. And the Dekes are going to celebrate tonight; those dudes know how to par-tay!
‘Course you remember the times that got out of control too. The stolen Christmas wreath, Dad bitching at you for running over the garbage can with Marvin in the car, the DUI. You’re glad all that’s over.
Still, a beer right now might calm the nerves – as you raise your right hand.
“I, George W. Bush…”
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100 words (according to MS Word)
Take care.
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2 comments:
That rocks in so many ways, I can't even begin...
Thanks, honey.
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