Monday, August 22, 2011

Fran's Smile



one car -  one street town
Jack gives up
his shotgun rights
slips in the backseat
beckoned by Fran's smile



23 comments:

  1. ollie, how is it that the potential here for this new story being born (so long ago) infuses hope in me?

    beautiful.

    xo
    erin

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  2. Nice short story that sums up the prompt beautifully...

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  3. Oh, this is so ingenious, so to the brim filled with meanings.

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  4. hehe...ah the backseat carries quite a few memories...

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  5. What fun this one is....love your take on the prompt Ollie. Hope you have an awesome Monday!
    :-)

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  6. Wow, this takes me back to The Day!!!! Smell of talcum powder and hair oil on the guys, soap and perfume on the girls - those eyes, those smiles, all brand new and hopeful. Lovely.

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  7. How clever ... 'I call shotgun' is a phrase I remember fondly!

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  8. Short and sweet; a whole tale told.

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  9. Amazing how a few words capture a whole story!

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  10. Ollie, Ollie. You KNOW that he had no intention of yelling "Shotgun" on this ride!!

    :)

    Rick

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  11. My 1948 Cadillac convertible
    had leather seat covers, and
    a back seat that could have
    accommodated Hoss Cartwright.
    Raised in Seattle, so I kind of
    missed out on the small town
    LAST PICTURE SHOW kind of
    teen years. Great poetics, Ollie.

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  12. Such a nice story described cleverly in few words...I liked it!:)

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  13. Right now I doubt young people can do all that cruising. GAS it too expensive!!!

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  14. this was warm, human and very inviting...

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  15. Fun and innocent but right on.

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  16. Perfect caption for the photo that might very well be the truth of the situation!

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  17. of course! why couldn't I see that?

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