With joy I write this from my brand new, old computer! Yes. Many, MANY thanks to my brother-in-law, Chris, for helping me set up Mick’s computer that had been collecting dust on the floor of the office for 1 1/2 years and for saving my old pictures from my now-defunct one.
Back to business.. Thanks to the 45-years-married wonderful couple of Rochelle and Jan for the joint effort this week. I know, I know… it is Friday Fictioneers… but, I can’t help it if every photo Rochelle choses brings me down memory lane!! I haven’t even bothered to change the names of the players… 😀
Click on the blue frog if you want to read more stories and hey, why don’t you play? Click on Rochelle’s name for the how-to!
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Holding his hand over his throat, he repeatedly took quick peeks in the truck mirror, immediately putting his hand back, while opening and closing his mouth, sticking out his tongue, making choking sounds.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tracy asked.
“I’m afraid to look,” said Mick, sheepishly.
“What? Show me!”
He pulled away his hand, revealing a red welt all across his throat.
“Jeez! What the hell did you do to yourself this time?”
“I took my bike to go to the bathroom and cut across the neighbours’ site as they’re gone now. The idiot left behind his clothesline!”