SO…. Adam’s picture gave me a story immediately – and you know, that’s always a good thing. I had to go over just a touch and I pray you’ll forgive me because to prune any further would detract from the story.
I’m not saying anything further on the matter, darlings, though I do understand that a trend has popped up today – shameless self-promotion.
Well, who am I to ignore a trend, darlings? Should my tale depress you, or should you just want a rare fix of your favourite dilettante and her incorrigible niece, the Countess Penelope of Arcadia, then you need look no further than today’s post, called All Hail the Nuge.
I know, I know, darlings, I said I was semi-retired — I said it was Jessica’s show from here on out — but when one has the kinds of conversations that the Countess and I have, sometimes they’re just too good to keep to myself.
But now, without further fanfare, felicity or flourish, I present you with my Friday Fictioneers offering:
“Dodge Ram,” the boy said, looking out the car window. He was wearing his uncle’s Ray Bans, and thought he was just the coolest thing ever.
“What did you say?” his uncle asked, amused. “I don’t think your mom’d like you talking like that, Kenny.”
He pointed to the truck going by, with its trademark hood ornament — the head of a bighorn sheep with magnificent horns.
“Oh,” his uncle laughed. “Dodge Ram.”
He wished he could stay with his uncle, but each mile marker he counted brought him closer to his father, who wouldn’t have even asked. He just would have smacked Kenny across the face on principle.
Someday, he thought, looking up at his uncle with love. Someday I’m going to have cool sunglasses, and a cool car, and I’m just going to drive and drive and never look back.
If you should like to read more stories of Friday Fictioneers, click gently on the little blue frog.