one of the great things about having your own blog is being able to write whatever the hell you want whenever you want to.
a while back on facebook (before the cactus garden), i posted a series of related story posts called "100 words or less." and then i got tired of posting there, started a blog, and the story got metaphorically dusty in a folder on my hard drive. ct has recently requested i bring that story back (and continue it) and since i couldn't think of a good reason not to, i said okay. (there is the slight change from "100 words or less" to "100 words or so." it's a little easier and the story makes a bit more sense.)
so, now complete with stock photos that may or may not match the plot line entirely, here's the first part of my roughly-titled story, king of the road.
When Jasper killed the mortician, we thought that was the end of things.
The porch smelled like hay, honeysuckle, and burning car tires. The cornfields out back were still on fire. From where we stood, we could see the beltway backed-up in an endless gridlock. You kept checking your phone in case the battery had decided to stop being dead. I kept wishing the car had overheated closer to a bar.
“That’s it, then,” Jasper said coming out of the funeral home.
“That’s it?” you asked incredulously.
“That’s it,” he said.
I marveled at our conversation skills. “Drinks?” I asked, but Jasper shook his head.
word count: 105
in other news, thinking about definitions of terminology. should be a post in there sometime soon.