Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Six years. No wins. But now it was Frank’s turn. Ten days building alliances. Then a little misdirection. That’s all. It wasn’t cheating. It wasn’t! Real Road fans didn’t need directions to Sprague’s Super Service. He’d be wearing that Route 66 Scavenger Hunt Crown by day’s end!
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Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn’s Place at Sprague’s Super Center
This was it. The trail ended here. Back at grand-dad’s old place. Not sure how he managed it from his sick-bed but it was just like him. A final hunt. Pit us against each other. Bastard. He’s probably watching. From hell. Laughing.
Enough with the reminiscing. I needed to find that key. What was that last clue?
I won’t be foiled again. Mighty he may be but today the laughs on me.
I tried to calmly scan the basement. Foiled? Aluminum, maybe. No.
Then it hit me. A rare happy memory. Oil Can Harry!
“Coises!” I’m gonna be rich.
This fun flash fiction (100 words exactly) was inspired by the PHOTO PROMPT © Nick Allen provided by Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners.
With a little extra boost from FOWC (trail)
And a special assist from Mighty Mouse’s chief bad guy Oil Can Harry.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 