Once again, the lovely Rochelle, Maven of artistic fact and fiction, and Dale, ingenious photographer to the ethereal and adroit crafter of masterful tales, have conspired to extract mid-April narratives from the noggins and minds of Friday Fictioneer followers.
My song-related reportage maxed out at the 100-word limit and follows Dale’s visual. Click on the chair to write your story if you dare.
Genre: Senior Gonzo Fiction
Title: Concealed Carry
Word Count: 100
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We limped in. Kris needed his cane. The music sucked, but our old table was available. We sat and waited.
A young man approached.
He said, “You need to leave. We don’t want your kind in here. Now get out.”
I glared at him for a minute. “Two waters, coffee with cream, and menus, please.” His anger was visible as he moved closer. Kris placed his pistol on the table.
“Listen motherfucker, I’m Bobby McGee. We’ve nothing left to lose. You do. Repeat the order, fetch it with a smile or say ‘goodbye.’ We ain’t leaving alive. We’ll await Janis.”
Look both ways but remember the seventies if you can.
Mind the gaps for Glocks and dead grumpy waiters.
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Our Literary Journey 
Guess they wanted that coffee with cream real bad!
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Respect, maybe? But it may well be the coffee.
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Nicely done Bill, and what a great song to go with it!
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Thank you, Peter.
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Great song and you used it well in your short story!
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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Oh yeah baby! I woulda served Kris with a smile, a swish of my hips and a hitherto look…
A girl can try, yanno…
Had to wait for the tune to end before I pressed post 😉
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Glad I cast a hook you liked, Dale. I listened to several more. And some Janice J. 🙂
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That you did. Janice is always good, too 🙂
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I got a charge out of this. Kris and Bobby hobbling into da club and not taking no for an answer. If I’m getting this right, a young punk was trying to discriminate against oldtimers? Glad Bobby showed the punk what’s what.
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Glad you liked it, Lisa. And I’d say your interpretation is right.
I still favor JJ’s rendition of the song. 🙂
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Ah! Baton Rouge can be a tough place…
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Especially when dem hurricanes come.
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I loved that song. And they sound like pretty determined customers, so I’d crack on with that order.
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Glad you liked it, Sandra. 🙂
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Like a scene from my kinda movie! Janice J, where are you? Nice one.
Here’s mine!
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Thanks, Keith.
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Great story, with great music as a side. I was fascinated to see how you’d drawn on the lyrics of the song. I enjoyed both story and song a great deal. Thanks!
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Wow. Thank you so much for such high praise, Penny.
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I love this. And when my time comes, I want to go where they go. Janice’s version is my fav.
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Me too. 🙂
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I imagine a gun would be rather effective… Point made MF. 😀
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Thank you, Tannille.
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That waiter’s hoping they don’t leave a tip.
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Good point. 🙂
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Great clip. Loved it. Also very much enjoyed your story – the last sentence is perfect.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Ooh. I love it – seniors with attitude and carrying heat!!
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Very. Glad you liked it.
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Ooooooo quite the gangster story! I could hear his voice even. Well done
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Thank you, Laurie.
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