It had only been a day since Bruce’s rock band, Maliprop, got kicked out of Gene’s house. Already Bruce missed the place. No more sitting on the floor with everyone dreaming up lyrics. No more ice cream or free meals. No more sage advice from weird old folks. Even if they had another place to practice, all the fun was gone. He hadn’t broken anything or threatened anyone and still…. Sometime he wanted to scream. Not. My. Fault! Worst part? It really wasn’t.
Triple Feature! This post is a combination of Thursday Thirteen, Friday Fictioneers, and my ongoing serial Suzie’s House. Please leave a comment. I’ll be by to visit first chance I get. Photo credit goes to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
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