Author’s note – Trying my best to do more than just fictioneers stuff on here, but kinda stuck dealing with pre-grad studies “crunk”. Hope to be back in form next week.
© Sandra Crook
The Club At The End Of The Street
by Miles H. Rost
The bubble popped in Carlotta’s mouth.
“So, where are we going?”
“I found a little place. In fact, look down the street. See the man holding a cigar?”
“Yeah, I see him.”
“We’re gonna go clubbing tonight.”
She looked at her boyfriend and smiled. Finally, doing something she wanted to do. She hopped up and down as they walked down the small “street”. They finally reached the man with the cigar. He sneered.
“What’s the password?”
“Club a baby seal for a better deal,” her boyfriend replied.
“Great! Have fun!”
Cigar man handed her boyfriend a hunk of wood.
“Whatcha gonna do with that?” she asked.
“I did say we’d go ‘clubbing’,” he said, as he bopped her over the head.
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Oops, that came unexpected. I guess the reaction time between hearing the password, and understanding isn’t long enough. Good story.
Not the club she was expecting, that’s for sure! Well written. 🙂
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
Oh I saw that one coming a mile away. Awful boyfriend.
Oh dear, I did not expect that and neither did she. Well written!
It was a running gag for a long time back in the old days. Figured I’d put it to good use.
This caught me on the hop.
Good piece.