It's Friday and amongst other things, it's time to play 55 Flash Fiction, a game which the G-man has used to mesmerize all of us. (So far, our bank account numbers are safe.) If you write one of these 55 word stories, be sure to let him know.
There was wailing and whining. Gnashing of teeth. A howl of frustration at the unfairness of it all. Of being left behind. Again.
The agitated pacing back and forth finally frayed my nerves, and I shouted angrily, “Oh for heavens sake boy, he doesn’t HAVE to take you everywhere!”
Smokey decided he'd simply drive himself.