Totally random picture:
The neighbors are dealing. One night, coming home from work, my husband banged on the trunk and shined a flashlight in the car of a “customer”.
“Do you know you’re parked in the wrong spot?”
Furious jumping and furtive stashing proceeded the denial. “It’s a free country, isn’t it? We’ll only be a minute.”
And still they don’t think they’ll get caught.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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