Tomorrow, I’ll be speaking at the OLLI (Osher Lifelong Learning Institute) monthly Books & Birthdays bash at Bordino’s. Many of the members of this group are distinguished professionals, teachers, and highly respect community leaders.
I had planned to speak on how to generate a second income from Bellybutton Lint Farming, but have been asked to share The Seven Six Habits of Highly Effective Procrastinators instead. That is, unless I can think of an excuse to postpone it for a couple of months.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our facilitator is the diminutive, yet effervescent, Speedy Alka-Seltzer 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 ensemble of practicing fic-titioners in the writers in FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“Mr. Wingnut, someone came into Ms. Vincent’s house today, had a cup of tea, and allegedly stole a very precious family heirloom.”
“Was it the invisible box?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“She’s always babbling about how magical it is. I’m sure she told you the story about her great-grandfather and the gypsies.”
“Yes, she did. Has she shown you the box?”
“She pointed at a space beside the refrigerator, but I didn’t see anything.”
“Ms. Vincent believes you have security cameras, which may have captured the intruder on video.”
“I have some cameras, but none with the capability to detect invisible objects.”
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