Flash Fiction Friday #62

In this time of continuing crisis, who can we turn to? Who will save our village? What about the children? Oh, look! Up in the sky! Oh, it’s just a plane but over here is Flash Fiction stumbling half dressed from a phone booth.

The rules:

You will send in your suggestion for starter sentences anytime during the week up to 12:00 noon CST on Friday.

If your sentence is not chosen and you feel it is too wonderful not to be chosen, you will send it in again the next week.

You will write an anecdote, short story, or novel length prose poem beginning with the sentence below.

You will add comments to this post indicating your desire to participate and the completion of your story.

You may join in at any time prior to the deadline.

You will display your story as a post on your own blog.

You will be done by Monday 12:00 Noon CST.

Those are all the rules, if you ask me about the rules or if something is or isn't allowed by the rules or if you think it's too late because it's after noon on Sunday, you will wake to find yourself in your underwear giving a speech about family values to 1,000 flag waving KKK members. And no amount of pinching will wake you up.

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Have fun.