Hey, there’s nothing like a Friday Fictioneers on a Sunday. Am I right? I hope to get back into some kind of rhythm soon.
I’ll admit the election has been an unwelcome distraction. If only we could hold words in our hands and inspect them, see if they’re real or true.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and leading this wonderful group of writers. And thanks to Jean L. Hays for the photo prompt.
In Good Time
The promise of placards lined the highway like Post-it Notes. Almonds, walnuts, and peaches. Fresh! Right off the tree!
“Let’s just stop. I want some nuts,” said Cindy. “They’re better than soda.”
“They’re nothing like soda,” said Jack, grunting as he pulled into a dirt parking lot of a bustling storefront. “They’ll be filled with dirt and how do you know they weren’t pissed on?”
She held a bag of walnuts, fresh and gleaming in their package. Their shapes solid as gold nuggets.
They were silent a few miles before he asked, “Well, are you gonna open those or what?”
“In good time.”
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