It’s a double header (I’m all about baseball this week, as the Cubs won!), as this is my 2nd post for the day. In fairness, the first was a guest post, of beauty and import. I was determined to get my Friday Fictioneers contribution in, too. This one was a challenge. I had a few stories that came to mind, but it was this play with word (do you see it?) that had me counting words and keeping track. Just felt like fun, as I challenged myself to get this story written. Three weeks in a row; dare I hope that the writer is unblocked?
If you’d like to join this 100-word challenge check out Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog, Addicted to Purple. As Always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment.
“Hey! Look around; this road is history!”
In the back seat, trading baseball cards, as dad drove down Route 66, on route to my grandmother’s house, it was hot and dry. My buddy Joe and I could care less about jewelry and antiques Nan was handing down, or history. A good trade was the best I could hope for. Joe wouldn’t admit it, but I’m always the victor here. Who gives up a 1985 Roger Clemmens? Joe’s dad nearly killed him.
“Turn up the radio, dad.” My buddy’s thick as a post sometimes, and I’ve got a bead on his Griffey.
(Exactly 100 words)
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