The giants bided the afternoon behind a couple of fast food billboards. At 4:55, Shean could barely contain herself, but Cyclo kept her honest. You couldn’t collect this stuff too quickly. Like honey or wine, it had to age. 5:00. 5:05. 5:10, and even Cyclo wavered, salivating at the smell of all the exhaust wafting off the highway. When horns started honking, they broke out and charged the interstate with their bottles. They caught hundreds of cars that day, enough traffic jam to last them all winter.
Love it!
ReplyDeleteAt the risk of raising your ire, I really did legitimately laugh out loud at this.
ReplyDeleteI ditto, Barry. Loved the title too.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great visual! I don't know how you come up with stuff like this, but I'm glad you do - it's like yoga for my brain.
ReplyDeleteLegitimate laughter won't raise my ire, but that's a good dig, Barry! I'm glad you all enjoyed this. The goofy and pun-based ones are still some of the most fun to write.
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