In the Lockup

There are hundreds of ways to get from point A to point B in an automobile. Some people careful study traffic patterns and time of day to determine the most efficient route. Not Cloris. She always takes the Longcut.  She can’t cross the street without going around the block—sometimes circling the entire city.

When asked about her obsession with stretching a two mile drive into ten, her answers are evasive and include such gems as: “They had a garage sale on that street last month. They might still be open. I’m avoiding the main roads. I love the way speed bumps make your butt bounce off the seat.”

Do you know someone who insists on taking the Longcut every time they leave their house?

If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our vertically-challenged bus driver who looks through the steering wheel instead of over it is Poke Salad Fanny Wisoff-Fields.  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.

For two hours, the psychiatrist grilled Shelley about her family history and any problems she may have had prior to her arrest. 

Then the doctor dropped a bombshell.

“Have you ever been diagnosed with mental illness?”

“Absolutely not.” Shelley’s hackles rose.

The doctor jotted a note. “How long have you been collecting Do-Not-Remove tags?”

“About ten years.”

The doctor smiled. “Have you ever taken one that belonged to someone else?”

“Maybe. They’re just stupid tags.”

The doctor nodded. “That’s all for now.”

Back in her cell, Shelley plopped down and buried her head in her hands.

They think I’m crazy. 

Am I? 

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