He’s in the damn’ garage again.
Fiddlin’ with his bits an’ pieces, ball-strokin’, lookin’ at dirty pictures, I’ll bet. Just so long’s he don’t get no ideas.
I see he’s dug out some chains an’ a roll of gaffer tape. Who knows what’s goin’ on in that mind of his’n… dirty ol’ man. Someone his age oughta be past all that. Lord knows I am.
I peeked on that there Facebooks the other week; saw he done put ‘single’ for his status.
Dream on, I thought.
He’s changed it today, I see.
What’s the lyin’ buzzard up to now?
Grateful for the opportunity of a (slightly edited) re-run, with all that’s going on right now. This week the prompt is from a much-loved, much-missed Friday Fictioneer from way back – Doug McIlroy. All the best in your new life, Doug. Thanks for the respite too, Rochelle. 🙂