I've lived here for 20 years, and it feels more like home than most places. I'm in the middle of nowhere in the New Mexico desert. The roof leaks, the pipes freeze, sometimes I can't get out even with 4wheel drive, but ... There is only one neighbour close enough to borrow my tools, I know the sheriff and several of his deputies, there is very little crime, it's mostly dry and warm, and there are hardly any mosquitos.
Sort of. He's not well, but he's getting better. The other thing I wanted, a bevvy of beautiful, buxom babes, I'm pretty sure he kept for himself.
Shop, aka industrial arts. (The best class I ever took. I had to argue with the principal to let me take it. He figured I should take home ec like all the other girls.)
Well, I finished my story. It kinda wrote itself. 344 words, flash seems to be my niche. I'd appreciate some advice if anyone is around and cares to give it.
I'd also appreciate another coffee if someone would be so kind.
My apologies to those whose comp stories I have not yet read. I was just settling in for a marathon read when I had an eye, dear. I may not make it, but I'm sure as hell going to try.
Might I have a coffee with cream, please?
A shining beacon to us all.
Cold. It's not a mood, but it's colouring my day.
Blue mid-calf nightdress and two quilts
I make no special resolutions, but I'm always willing to try something new. Got any suggestions?
You have not had a traffic ticket in 10 years.
Tongue depressors are wooden.
Fortunately, my piece has a bad reputation.
I don't usually drink alcohol, but I wouldn't say no to some scrumpy.
Sorry, that is still offensive. Contact makes me ill. I know you were looking for a compromise but there isn't one.
Lucky man. Two words, but it can't be done in one.
Edit: Not paying attention again. That was for StephTaylor.
Green_Man - Studious
