Russell Gayer, author speaker
I’m a firm believer that the best way to improve your skills, whether it be in writing, sports, music, or attempting brain surgery, is to hang out with people who are better than you in your chosen discipline.
With that in mind, I recently joined a group that walks and chews gum at the same time. Believe it or not, a couple of our club members have even mastered blowing bubbles while performing this arduous task. Next week, we’ll compete against a team from Walmart headquarters. I’m confident we’ll chew ‘em up while walking circles around them.
If you are new to Friday Flash Fiction, the captain of our team, who never drags her feet when her mouth is full of gum, is Double Bubble Wisoff-Fields. To learn how to participate in this weekly exercise in madness, head over to her blog for instructions. To rent a booth in the FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
Margo tiptoed up to the porch, her knees clamped together.
“Y’all got a bathroom?”
She squinted through pop-bottle-thick lenses. A short man with a large nose stood near the door, staring back at her.
“What’s a matter, don-chya speak English?”
“Humph,” she grunted. “Listen shorty, if I don’t find a restroom soon—”
“He can’t talk, Ma’am,” said a voice beyond the screen door. “He’s just for looks.”
“Well, he might’ve been cute at one time, but a gal would need a bottle of wine and two brown paper bags to get cozy with him now. Where’d you find him?”
“Philadelphia.”
Evidently, Perry’s began a new career as doorman at the Tucumcari Trading Post. Let’s hope that most of the visitors are more gracious to him than Margo.
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Meanwhile, don’t leave us hanging! Did she make it to the restroom? Did she piddle right there in front of the screen door? C’mon, Man! You can’t do this to us!
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Glad you could feel her sense of urgency as the bladder pressure increased. We certainly wouldn’t want her to ruin her hot pink, size 22, yoga pants with “SEXY” emblazed across the rear.
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Dear Margo,
Short? Perry looks much taller in his pictures and not quite so wooden. Kaw-Liga-Witz? Wonder what Hank Williams would’ve done with that one?
You and Kent were definitely in the same stream this week. Tanks for the memories.
Shalom,
Double Bubble
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You got that right.
Golden Streams by I.P. Freeley.
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Dear Double Bubble,
Those pictures of Perry were taken shortly after the invention of color photography. Sylvester Stallone looks tall in the movies too, but he’s only about 5’6″
I’ll check out Kent’s post, but first I gotta pee.
Margo
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Don’t take too long, you know how Rochelle worries.
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I think she need to get some wine before she can pee… ouch, that’s double trouble if anything.
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Actually, those two might make a
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A two bag night ay?
Chuckling to myself,
Tracey
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Yep. Added protection in case the first one rips.
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Double Bubble and her witty cousin Hubba Bubble! Your intros are as entertaining as your stories.
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Cute, Honie, cery cute. 😉 That would make us DB and HB of the notorious, gobstopping, gum popping Bubble family.
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“And-a NOW … Bobby and-a Cissy will tap-a for you after this-a word from-a Serutan, Nature spelled backwards.”
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And don’t forget to take your Geritol.
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To quote the cousins—–Hahahahahaha!
Let’s hope they don’t get their feet tangled up while trying to walk and chew at the same time.
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That’s a pretty long conversation for that degree of desperation. Fingers crossed as well for her.
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Legs, too. It’s been a long trip.
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Let’s hope she’s wearing protection.
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Great dialogue and great misunderstanding, Nice one, Russell
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Thank you, Neil. I hadn’t worked Perry into a story in while and I owed him one for calling me OLD.
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Was having a grouch of a day until I read your post. Hugs. Smiles, Bubble gum to you.
Nancy
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Thanks, Nancy. Can’t wait for your upcoming book.
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Yeah, but you wouldn’t have to drink all the wine, just about half the bottle, to find me alluring. Remember she didn’t see very well with her pop-bottle-thick lenses. Actually it would have been preferable if she didn’t see at all. Well, gotta get back to my new job.
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She is no beauty queen herself. You’re going to be the wine needing the wine . . . and the thick glasses . . . and most importantly . . . the two brown paper bags. Ah, such is the life of Perry Block, Trading Post Giglio.
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I’m just like Little Miss Pink Pants without my glasses. Who knows how many wooden statues I’ve talked to. Another funny tale, sir.
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Oh, Ms. Magoo, you’ve done it again. 🙂
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it must be for customers only. 🙂
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Yes, he’s always on the lookout for unsuspecting tourists.
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Hehe! Good story, Ray!
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Actually, I thought the intro was the most fun, but I’m glad you enjoyed the story too.
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Great story with all the details paying off! I love Dale’s comment, too.
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Dale is probably still fidgeting in her chair, worrying about poor Margo’s bladder. 🙂
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Hope she finds the bathroom before it’s too late!
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That seems to be a common sentiment. Obviously, Perry is no help whatsoever.
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Give her some well chewed gum, its a great plug. Loving all the comments.
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Great answer, Michael. 🙂
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Oh my…poor Perry!
Just for looks, heh?
LOL
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Careful, Dawn. He’s sensitive about his oversized proboscis.
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Oh my..I think I just blushed 😉
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🙂
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Good posts, beautiful blog.
Congratulations.
Welcome to see my creations:
http://paintdigi.wordpress.com
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Interesting site you have there.
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Thank you very much for your encouragement. Friend 🍁
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You’re welcome. We all need that.
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Given that I’m actually married to a brain surgeon, I’ll take my talent by osmosis! And this, my friend, is some fine writing! Love the mood and and humor, and the story is great!
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Thank you, Dawn.
I’m not a doctor, but I’d like to play one on TV. I haven’t decided what practice I want to specialize in yet.
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Orthopedics? You’ve got a knack for funny bones. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_NG1yXT6QY
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Hilarious, Russell. It’s a good thing Perry didn’t look funny. The poor woman wouldn’t have made it. Good writing. 😀 — Suzanne
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He does look funny. But not “ha, ha,” type funny.
Women tend to run in the opposite direction.
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She must have a lot of self control to have that conversation. Fun story.
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Either that, or she’s wearing Depends.
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The only thing missing was the sign, “Eat here and Get Gas”!
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