Posts Tagged ‘memories’
If you’re here only for the flash challenge, then the challenge is this: I want you to write about a good dog. It can be any kind of story you want, but a good dog should be present somewhere in the tale (“tail”). Adhere to those three words (“a good dog”) and you’re good to go. Think of this as a many-author tribute to my dog, your dog, and dogs in general.
So, the question I’m putting forth to you is, who’s in your storytelling DNA? It can be writers, too — hell, I know I’m the turbid broth of Robert McCammon, Douglas Adams, Joe Lansdale, Christopher Moore, and others. But go beyond just those you’ve read and look too to those in your life. Who flipped on that storyteller switch inside your head?
On the X-ray, they looked like coins of various denominations scattered throughout his lungs. A penny here. Two dimes. A fat nickel. Tumors, the vet said. A lot of them. I didn’t really take him in for that kind of diagnosis. Vet said, let’s X-ray. And so, lung cancer. Fuck cancer, of course. Fuck cancer right in its canker-sore-encircled ass.
I love my wife unmercifully, beyond the periphery of reason and sanity. When I met my wife, we went out to a Chinese restaurant. And we stayed there for four hours. We closed the joint out. They were throwing fortune cookies at our heads to get us to leave…
I figure it’s a good time to get to know one another. Here, then, is a random slapdash written-in-no-sensible-order list of things you may not know about me. It bears no rhyme, no reason. It’s more or less a conglomeration of meaningless facts about yours truly.
