Apr 6, 2012

Good Friday Flash Fiction

Once again, the Rev. G-Man offers us 55 words to retell an old, old story.



"Come on, pal. No rough sleepers! Haul ass. Tomb's reserved.”
"But . . but  . . "
"No buts. Just get yer butt outa here. And take them raggitty clothes."
"But I wasn't sleeping."
"Oh I geddit. Not sleeping but corpsing."
"Well . . yes. Sort of."
"Well now yer resurrected. So sling yer freakin’ hook." 


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9 comments:

  1. hehe (as he steps out of the way of the lightning....)

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  2. Doc: Where ya headed G-Man?
    G: Same place you are Doc....Hell.(Then to the Dairy Queen!)
    Loved your 55
    Thanks for this History Lesson, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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    1. Ok got everything but the last line- sorry. thanks for interpreting!

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  3. Not sure I understand the "sling yer hook" line, but in any case, I'd say that cop might be in for a big surprise.

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  4. Hahahaha! Oh, I'm in such good company!

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    1. You mean we've both scattered itchy powder under the sackcloth of the Truly Devout?

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  5. LOL. Just goes to prove - nothing much changes.

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  6. Well, at least he was off from site without much of a quarrel!

    Hank

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