Street Corner Talkin’

When I saw this week’s photo prompt two things immediately popped into my mind—dogs marking their territory on a fire hydrant, and the album “Street Corner Talkin” by Savoy Brown.  

I decided to run the first idea past our black lab, Buster. He put his paws over his face and growled something about pet-profiling then threatened to report me to AARP (American Association of Retired Pets).

After seeing what happened to Paula Deen, and in fear of being banned from Pet Smart for life, I decided to go with the 2nd option. Still, with any luck, today’s offering is bound to offend someone somewhere.

If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the Engineer in charge of booking studio time, and a Top Ten literary artist on everyone’s chart, is the “Belton Belle”  Ramona Jo Wisoff-Fields. To learn how to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF “Hollywood Squares” author seating chart click here.

Copyright - Renee Heath
Copyright – Renee Heath

“Beat it!” he shouted.

The girl looked left and right. They were alone on the sidewalk. “Are you talking to me?” she asked in disbelief.

“Bingo, sister. You may be dumb, but at least you’re not deaf. Now, move along. This is MY corner.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid with me. If you want to work the street in this town find another corner. This one’s taken.”

“Oh, I see, Mr. Snooty. And what makes this corner so special?”

“See the sign above that shop.”

The Blue Hair Salon, so . . . .”

“This is where cougars come to play.”

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BTW – I’m always open to constructive criticism. If you’ve got suggestions how I can improve my writing I’d love to hear ’em.

 

 

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39 thoughts on “Street Corner Talkin’

  1. Dear Mr. Snooty,

    You’ve a glaring typo in your BTW at the end. “I’ve you’ve…” Perhaps you mean “if”.

    I confess. As soon as I see your link I have to swing by to find out who I am. Again you made me shake my head and laugh. Where cougars come to play. What a hoot!

    Shalom,

    Ramona, the Belle of Belton.

  2. Well, I’m glad you didn’t give your dog cause for a lawsuit, gotta watch that profiling stuff! The piece was brilliant, it took me in a direction I didn’t expect lol. Young upstart needs to find her own corner! Thank you, this was fun.

  3. Sounds like the cougars are generous with their handouts for the guy to defend his street corner like this. After reading your intro, I wonder what story would’ve come up about a dog and that bold red hydrant?

  4. Dear Russell,

    Once again you’ve made me laugh and given me an idea about how to make ends meet, so to speak, in my Golden Years. (Didn’t David Bowie write a song titled Golden Years?) I love your intros as much as your stories. You made the right choice.

    Aloha,

    Doug

  5. Your opening line said so much, Russell — it simply reeked belligerence. Funnily, I’m not sure about these two. They may end up buying a house by the sea together 😉
    Once again, your choice of names for our fearless leader boggles the mind. Where do you come up with them each week? I doffs me cap to you.

    1. To be honest, Lyn, it takes longer to come up with a name for the “Belton Belle” each week than it does to write the story and intro. But it’s also a lot of fun. 🙂

  6. Russell, I’m doing my best to give constructive criticism this week and you’ve ruined my plans. How DARE you hit it out of the park? How very DARE you?
    Loved it, every word. You had me laughing from the word go.

  7. Now that I look at the photo again, the guy in the green shirt appears to be walking an invisible dog – maybe trying to get at the hydrant so to speak? I didn’t think about that until I read about the one that got away – er, the story you passed on.

    Anyway, thanks for the laugh.

      1. Buster has the power to give me diabetes? He must have some pretty powerful connections. Oh wait, you were talking about the other thing. Yeah, I dont want that. But I supposed I would need some corporate sponsors in the first place for that to be much of a threat, but alas I have none. Thanks for pointing that out, Buster.

  8. Hi Russell,
    Your story reminded me of something my dad used to do. When he would have a panhandler come up to him and ask for money, he’d tell them, “Hey buddy, I’m working this side of the street.” This is not a joke. My dad actually did this. It pissed off some of the bums, but he thought it was pretty funny. ron

  9. I’m with Lyn–I think the two of them were made for each other (entrepreneurial spirit, location savvy, market identification). We’ll be reading about their joint enterprise in the business section of the Wall Street one of these days.

  10. He should do a good business. Men die earlier than women and from what I hear, those older women are often on the prowl for a good man. Whether or not he qualifies, I won’t speculate.

    janet

  11. Wondered why the young guy was hanging around…
    He should be careful, I hear cougars can have sharp claws, as well as blue rinses and, oh well I’ll just leave it there…
    Great read and great humour, as usual
    Thank you
    Dee

  12. sometimes i wonder what’d happen when i grow old… if i have a tendency to turn into a cougar. rawr. thanks for the chuckle ^^
    p.s. i love the name ramona

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