What with all the kerfuffle and to-do over the last few days I’m once again in danger of losing my coveted FF membership, were it not for the wonderful Rochelle and her eternal patience then I probably would be out on my backside in the dusty Worcestershire countryside.
So America, America, what do we think of this one, from J Hardy Carroll? My knowledge is sketchy but I believe that today in the train in which I am sitting on my way to London, is Independence Day, when we celebrate America freeing itself from extraterrestrials in the early part of this century. If it wasn’t for David Icke eh?
So here goes…
On My Marks,
Following Jack Spratt’s wife’s accident, he had taken to the carnivore diet like a chainsaw to a virgin rainforest. Everyday he forgot he should remember his wife whatever her name was.
He desired radical change. Relatives’ reminiscences of her vexed him.
America; home of all things meat beckoned. When he saw Lady Gaga in a Neck & Clod dress that was the final straw.
“I must have something’s flesh” he shouted to no-one in particular as he bid Adieu to Newcastle.
Greasy Corner in Arkansas; sadly ironic as he tucked into the $2.99 Combo; dripping dripping down his chin, remembering June Spratt.
Boom! on a train, 100 words!! Pleased I am, and I hope you like it.