Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers – I am glad the Mayans were wrong!

“Let’s go in for a cup of Java,” said George, smiling.

“I don’t have time,” I replied.

“Then, let’s go in here…see the picture?  They serve half cups!”

“Not funny, George.”  My patience was short.

“I suppose that the fact there is a Steaming cup on the door and it is located on Fulton street isn’t funny, either?”  His smile never let up.

“No, that’s even worse!”  I was getting mad now.

“Okay, tell you what:  you go in there and tell them you are Steamed and want the best cup of Fulton…”.

He didn’t see it coming at all.





Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.


Feel free to say something; I look forward to it!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Simply Chronically Ill as simply as possible with chronic illness

James McEwan

Fiction illuminates the truth.


A clown is like aspirin, only he works twice as fast.

Sugar on the Bee

She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain (Louisa May Allcott)


lovin' guys lovin' guys

GentleSoul Arts

Living a Creative Life

Just Writing!

A place to improve my writing skills, and that's all.

Joseph Dalton Elite Reality


%d bloggers like this: