Author’s Note: Welcome again. Things were busy this week, and I’ve been confined to my bed due to a nasty head cold that my unforgiving students gave to me. So, nothing new came out since last week. Hopefully, things will change this week.
by Miles H. Rost
“I saw something like this in London.”
Margot Boyndon looked bored as her family zipped through the streets.
“Oh, really”, her brother asked.
“Yeah, it was in the center of this square. It looked like a willy.”
“Margot! Don’t use those words in the car!” Her mom screamed from the front, whipping her head around to glare at her only daughter.
“It’s true. It looks like some private part that’s been pointed in the air. Kinda like Dad’s.”
The car swerved slightly, her father trying to regain his concentration.
“Margot! How dare you!”
“C’mon, Mom. I walked in on you two dussying it up in the living room.”
The rest of the trip was quiet, as they made their way…in the car…to the Portugal/Spain border.