Rochelle, Rochelle, Rochelle.
As Peter Cetera once said, (if memory serves) “You’re the Inspiration”
Once again, you have provided us Frantic Friday Fictioneers with a platform to work our collective magic and come up with beauty, profundity, nonsense and everything in between on this weekly journey into the unknown. So thank you, I’ve loved this as much as a fine IPA or a Marlboro Red in the olden days (no more I hasten to add). So lets go, let’s get it on and see what everyone else has to offer this week!
Thanks also to Ted Strutz for the photo, its a goody this week, and what a place to lose your car!
Managing to secure early release from Krasnoyarsk the woodsman made for Kootznoowoo in Alaska, somewhere he could remain anonymous. Living among the most wretched base scofflaws had taken its toll on his mental plight; he coveted wide open spaces, fresh air and peace away from the chaos, especially TOLWLIAS who wouldn’t stop talking about her crappy car.
He’d spotted the rusty car a few miles from his cabin, and over the following weeks had searched the woods close by.
An augural hallucination occurred in him, and, as he sat, hunched over the fire he heard knocking on the cabin door…
Boom!! 100 words on the nose again, I’ve revisited 2 past FF’s for this one; links are included and I hope it makes (Non) sense!
The number of characters I can bring to mind from my childhood is thinning and so interaction with each other seems the only way forward! Just hope it works and I hope you enjoy!
Please be mindful that as these are fictional characters for the most part, time can be stretched and ultimately I am king of my piece and so anything goes.