So instead, I am going with the story I already had on the bench. 100 words and a tad political. The starter sentence was provided by The Professor - "He walked in and slid the photograph across my desk."
Proof
He walked in and slid the photograph across my desk. I glanced at it and slid it back."Yeah so? You wanted proof. Here it is." Ralph shoved the Kodak moment back in my direction.
“Ralph, this is not what we are after. I can’t print this.”
Ralph stared at me. “But this will ruin him. Isn’t that what your crew wants?”
How could one of the sheep understand?
“Ralph, the fact that he howls at the moon once a month won’t ruin him. Proving he is a Muslim and was really born in Kenya will. Get it?”
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Now I am off to tame the wild jungle. See ya..................................
6 comments:
And who hasn't howled at the moon? Good job, and thanks for keeping it short and sweet.
Howling at the moon can be very cleansing. It also... Wait. Sorry. Cool story!
Ha! Great little tale...
Gotta do something with the spoils from the drug war.
Mike, once again, you prove you have a real flair for this sort of thing. The longer stories will fall into place sometime. Maybe this wasn't the right starter sentence for a longer tale. This on just pops, and you should be proud.
Doc
Short - but so sweet!
Loved it! ;-)
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