I'm participating in Saturday Centus, hosted by Jenny Matlock.
Each week we are provided a writing prompt and charged with the task of using that prompt and an additional 100 words to create a short, short, short story. It's an exercise in using your imagination and having a good time.
Except for this week when we can write up to 200 words and have no fun at all. Why might that be? There's someone out there who hates me. It's a darn conspiracy. I'll find you. And two words: Car bomb.
Here's what I did with this lame idea: :)
I felt what seemed like claws graze my left shoulder and, when I turned around, I was startled to meet a green-eyed gaze of the hermaphrodite alligator with the heaving breasticles and sweaty loins. As it’s mouth reached for mine, I dissolved in salty tears. (Insert emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending here.)
PS. Jake - don't even THINK about continuing on with this....
