Mistress Rochelle shuffled her photo deck and dealt us a Roger Bultot metro scene to provoke our creative juices with a New York state of mind. This one mused up too many stories for one day, in this case a pair of Ragin’ Cajuns in the Empire State. If you can gin up a microburst of fewer than 101 words, click on Roger’s pic to sky over to Rochelle’s blog and get the lay of the land. Come play with us. This is fun.
Genre: Fan Fiction
Title: Look Both Ways
Word Count: 100
Philippe say, “Look. Two one-way signs pointing opposite ways. That says STOP ALL WAY. We ain’t in N’Orlins no-more, bro. Nothin’ make no sense.”
I replied, “It’s New York, Bubba. See dat church fence, widows barred, that shop covers windows—tagged.”
The lady across the street walked toward us. There was a loud screech of tires—then a scream. Everyone ran.
“Call 911. Dat lady got run over.”
He called. “Shit man. WTF?”
I sez, “She was reading my blog. Walked into the street before she read my postscript.”
“How you know dat, mista Bill?”
“She didn’t look both ways.”
Look both ways, even on one-way streets.
Mind the gaps on sidewalks
and don’t read my blog crossing streets
if you’re in a New York State of Mind.
And then there is Billy J…. (it is a long one)