What can YOU say in six sentences?
Stump Shiner spotted his brother Hoot at the far end of the barroom, leaning over backwards into the lap of a voluptuous brunette and waving an empty beer bottle.
By any standard, Hoot's bachelor party had been a most successful, old fashioned boys' night to howl.
Even Bootsy Sykes, their designated driver, had enjoyed Seven-Ups with a side of stripper.
Stump was plowed, and he knew it, but the spinning room did nothing to lessen the beauty of the blonde goddess holding…
Added by Gita on October 31, 2010 at 12:47am — 8 Comments
Carter and Jeanie bought a tandem bicycle for their anniversary after discussing all the pros and cons. The purchase was a lot like the marriage itself: egalitarian, sensible, and mildly hopeful in the sense that they counted on good weather and lasting health to permit their use of it.…
ContinueAdded by Gita on October 30, 2010 at 1:06am — 12 Comments
Bootsy Sykes was disappointed when the World Series rolled around, seeing as there were no Southern teams in contention (he did not consider Texas part of the true South).
But he decided to pull for the Giants if for no other reason than a whole lot of rich Texas oil boys would…
ContinueAdded by Gita on October 28, 2010 at 7:48pm — 11 Comments
[A series in six parts by Bill Lapham and Gita Smith]
Back in the year 2341, two Earthlings and three Martian Adepts unlocked the genetic code for passing down knowledge from one generation to the next while the…
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[A series in six parts written by Bill Lapham and Gita Smith.]
This pale child next to me has the true gift, the rare gift that the learned old men at the august State Conservatory speak about in hushed tones. She places her hands on the strings with the confidence of a seasoned concert performer, and the music she…
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Added by Gita on October 25, 2010 at 8:04am — 13 Comments
First, the three-month drought took the garden and their little patch of yard, and after that, the unprotected topsoil washed away in the rains. Etta stood at the edge of the house where sharp, bevelled trenches ran downhill to nothing. What she mourned for was her tiny stand of Cahaba lilies, rare everywhere but one corner of Alabama, lost in the cruel dry months and deluge that had followed. Now, she supposed, she would have to wait for another…
Added by Gita on October 19, 2010 at 11:38pm — 10 Comments
I was in line at the post office, waiting to mail a package to Bill Lapham, when a patron began to argue with someone on a cell phone.
The postal worker at the counter called out, "Sir, please turn off your phone inside this building," but the patron did not hear her, he was that involved in his call.
"SIR!" she called again, much louder, and several customers took up the admonition.
"SIR, please turn off your cell," said the man in front of him and the woman…
ContinueAdded by Gita on October 14, 2010 at 4:22pm — 13 Comments
Her Ma had only put a thin finish on her, and she proved it when she opened her mouth.
We were riding on the high school band bus, grouped by the instruments we played, and she started in on how to tell a good guy from a bad…
ContinueAdded by Gita on October 6, 2010 at 11:00pm — 14 Comments
Just sit back down and listen to me; I don’t want you marrying my son.
You don’t love him, and I don’t want you bearing my grandchildren.
You just want to shock…
ContinueAdded by Gita on October 4, 2010 at 11:26pm — 10 Comments
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