Rachel Crofton stopped by last week. She’s been busy editing and adding bullet points to last year’s Black Friday Shopping Tips. I will be posting those points here a few days prior to Thanksgiving for those of you willing to risk life & limb to save a dollar-two-ninety-eight.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, the Trail Boss who herds these cats down the 100-word path is Rowdy Ronda Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
Joan had planned to go Christmas shopping, but a torrential downpour of sunshine forced her to abandon that notion. Besides, what would she wear?
After throwing one of her favorite slippers at a candidate during a political rally, she was down to only twenty-two pairs of shoes, none of which seemed to coordinate well with her floral moo-moo and zebra-striped purse.
Today was Friday. Her boyfriend would be coming for dinner. He wasn’t much to look at, but had a great sense of humor. Sometimes they went bowling. Tonight, she just hoped to keep his mind out of the gutter.
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Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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