Friday Fiction #20
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It's Friday Fiction time again! If you're new to Shane & Erica's story, go HERE for the past installments.
Yes, Erica here, who just so happened to pick me up from the side of the road, stumbled upon my former partner in crime whilst using the restrooms? And then the other partner just so happened to get shot and, oh, sorry, we accidentally burned the RV?
Shane had’t been in any state to examine the car when Mako dragged him over here, so he staggered to his feet, ice firmly pressed to his temple, and had a look.
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Shane stared at the old hippie, not sure what to say. He glanced over at Erica but her chin was somewhere in the region of her chest and she looked spitting mad, besides, so no help there.
“Ehm...,” he tried, then cleared his throat. “Maybe?”
That was such a cop-out, but what was he supposed to say?
Yes, Erica here, who just so happened to pick me up from the side of the road, stumbled upon my former partner in crime whilst using the restrooms? And then the other partner just so happened to get shot and, oh, sorry, we accidentally burned the RV? Anyway, his head hurt. He couldn’t think right now, ice or no ice, so he didn’t say anything.
“We didn’t do it! I swear we didn’t!”
Right. So maybe Erica was going to say something.
“No problemo, my friends, I believe you,” Mako declared with a generous wave of his pipe. The pungent smell of something that was most definately not tobacco made it’s way into Shane’s nose. He sneezed, earning a chuckle from Kasa.
“Here, sweetheart,” she said to Erica and offered her a green tupperware box full of misshapen chocolate chip cookies. At least they looked like chocolate chip cookies. “Have a few of these. I always say there’s nothing in this world that can’t be fixed by a really good cookie.”
Mako leaned over and stole a cookie, alternating crunchy bites with puffs from his pipe. “Everything except a flat tire. Cookie won’t do you no good there.”
Shane had’t been in any state to examine the car when Mako dragged him over here, so he staggered to his feet, ice firmly pressed to his temple, and had a look. Not one flat tire, but two that he could see. He had the horrible feeling that the view from the other side of this rolling love shack of a car would be similar.
Great.
He watched Erica munch on a cookie and would have sworn he could see her pupils dilating right there.
“Might not fix the tires,” Kasa said, offering Shane the box, “but it’s the Great Spirit’s own wisdom that they’re good for the soul.”
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Tune in next week to find out if Shane eats a cookie!
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Muahahahaha...love it!
LMAO. That was awesome, Tessa. Great job! You gave me lots to work with for next week!
Glad you liked it! Kinda short, but as soon as I read 'hippies' in last week's FF I just couldn't resist... ; P
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