This was written for OLWG#144
Lupe stared at the windscreen as she sat in the driver’s seat of her five year old silver Prius and pounded on the steering wheel with the heels of both hands.
She muttered under her breath, “¡Pendejo!” she said it again. Then she thought aloud “Guillermo es un holgazán I wouldn’t even be in this trouble if he would only take me dancing.” She took the pistol out from beneath the driver’s seat and tucked it next to her thigh. Then she turned on the blinker and pulled slowly out into the flow of traffic heading east.
The prompts were:
- is that a no, then?
- staring out the window
- numbers and charts
DANGER: Dancing can put you on your guard!
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As it should be…
perhaps?
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Never! Wild, spectacular, otherwise embarrassing abandon!! You, clearly, have never attended a wedding reception where the Rose Women are in attendance. A sight to behold. 😉
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I’m reading them in reverse, but that makes me glad she didn’t decide to shoot him for getting drunk and watching futbol….
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I’m not quite sure what Lupe is up to, yet. There might be another coming
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I see a new installment in my reader! Be there soon!
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