Fleur Lind provided the prompt picture that Rochelle has used to pull us up (or in). Click on the pic to ride over to her majesty’s blog of purple purpose to read up on the few rules we play by.

Here ye, hear her. Her highness spoke. Now get your sweet nibs over there and write your story.

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Genre: Junkyard Fiction
Title: White Trash Redux
Word Count: 100

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“Jayzus, Billy-Boy. What are ya gunna do with that old junk? You might get twenty-five buckaroos for scrap metal.”

“It cost more than that to pull it up, Roscoe. You’d never make it in the resale business.”

“Okay, recycling, then. Who’d buy it?”

“And ya lack vision,” said Billy. “It’s a vintage auto body with a story. People rebuild these things and resell them for mucho dinero.

Rosco asked about the story.

“I need to work on that. Maybe the Green River killer left a body in it or something.”

“Bull shit! You’re a lyin’ mother’s son.”

“Prove me wrong.”

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Look both ways as a wary buyer.
Mind the gaps in the fenders, stories, history, and the salesman’s pitch.

 

And when he speaks his first words, hear this song.