Connie perched on the roof of the 7th-story BFD Goodritch building. Her armpits were moist and her silk blouse stuck to her skin. At least a cool autumn breeze took the edge off a bit. She got into position and scanned the street below for a silver Cadillac. There were three of them parked in [...]
There was pregnant pause fit for an ellipsis at the Plath Institute for the Punctuationally Perplexed. Apostrophes dangled in mid-air—like modifiers—pondering their functions. Were they in for possession, or did their presence suggest a multitude of charges? Commas found themselves scattered, unsure of where to go and how many of them were necessary. Meanwhile, the semi-colons, colons and em-dashes jockeyed for position in the awkward [...]
You usually win at Hide & Seek — know the best hiding places and how to not giggle. I look everywhere, but you're nowhere. Hours, Days, Weeks and then I finally find you: grinning all smarty-pants from a milk carton. (nyah-nyah) You're IT!
It's Fandango's Friday Flashback! I wrote this charming little piece on this date in 2017. The Daily Post The prompt is "quicksilver." "I’m gonna miss ol’ Gus.” "Yep-eroo," Joey sighed. "Ain’t nobody can bust a tire faster’n him...” “Uh-huh. Change his mind slicker’n snot, too!” “You betcha. Reckon that's why folks called ’m Quicksilver.” “Hee-hee! First he’s [...]