It’s Thursday and I’m a day “late” for Friday Fictioneers. Which is silly, I know; it’s not Friday, for goodness sakes! I wasn’t even going to play, waiting for something to help me move my previous story forward, but then the muse hit with this and it would be foolish to diss the muse when she shows, right? Right. So. Hey, click here to find the ins and outs on how to play this here game and once you’ve got the how-to’s all set up, then click on the frog below and add your link to your 100-words story. Thank you to Rochelle for hosting and this week, thanks go out to Lisa Fox for this great image.
I cannot believe she ghosted me! Me!
Why are you so special? You may be handsome but you can be quite the dick.
I don’t get left. I do the leaving.
Excuse me. Are you not the one who left her hanging? Not once. Not twice. But at least thrice?
Thrice? Listen to you. You think you’re so smart.
I’m smart enough to be honest and treat a woman with respect. It’s about time you get a taste of your own medicine.
To hell with her. I can get any chick I want.
You will never learn.
What’s to learn?
Eilene Lyon read this and said it made her think of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song and I think it fits so well, I just had to add it!