This week we had a couple of inches of ice and snow. If you’ve lived below the Mason Dixon line, you know it doesn’t take much of the white stuff to paralyze our infrastructure. Closings and cancelations scrolled across the bottom of the TV screen and we were all told to stay home for the public good—unless of course you drive a beer truck (a provider of essential services).
The anxiety ran so deep they even closed the Colon & Rectal Center of NWA. That announcement was cause for consternation and created a back-up from Bentonville all the way down to Winslow. Local officials called for calm when the flow of clients began to compact and exert pressure against the back door. Hopefully, the center will reopen soon and those folks can get some much needed relief.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, welcome to our clinic. Dr. Gabriela Wisoff-Fields will see you now. If you’d like to participate in this exercise in madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“Class, can anyone tell me what we’re looking at in this slide?”
“It looks like shards of scrap metal in a clear plastic dumpster with hydrochloric acid swirling around the bottom of the container. I can’t decipher the reverse print, but it appears to be unrelated to the contents.”
“You’re close, Janet. Very close.
What we have here is the mirror image of a cross-section of a writer’s brain. Notice the occasional bright spots, or random ideas, wallowing in the deep abyss of shallow thinking, and soon to be consumed by an all-engulfing sea of confusion.”
“Ah, I’ve read his work.”