Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Calling an Uber, Brad was pissed. Who does she think she is? Witch!
He was built for another time. Taking the 6120 to Chicago. Traveling in style. Drink in hand. No complaints about his butt. Dames knew their place.
A muddy splash broke his reverie.
Above it all. She smiled.
276 characters inspired by the photo above and written for this week’s Twittering Tales #127.
Such fun!
It was so white. How could that be? Her eyes searched the bed for telltale signs beyond the humps and wrinkles. But she could find nothing. The more she stared, the hazier it all became. Whitewashing her memory till she was convinced. It was just a dream. Not a terrible mistake.
280 characters
Written for Twittering Tales # 125 and inspired by Jay Mantri’s photo.
Find the rules and read other great takes on the photo at Kat’s blog available here.
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!
279 characters
Written for Twittering Tales and dedicated to Ryburn’s Place at Sprague’s Super Center
Tina Stewart Brakebill 