said the editor-in-chief (moi) promptly…
Literati! Our six finalists have been sharpening their pencils or dipping their quills for the chance to bring Horace home as the winner of our Wingnuts contest.
My lascivious literati,
On behalf of Thorn, Gary, Diana, Derek, Billy, Ruth, Morgan and the Satikushes and Granny…Here we go again!
Here is the sinario for our new contest, written in winglish:
You are in your favorite sleazy bar…
You’re getting trashed with (Steinbeck/Shelley/Austin/London/Tan/Villasenor/Folz/
Bukowski/Hemingway/Sully, Clark, Thompson…etc) …your wingman/woman…
Just as you lift your glass over the rim you see the one you were there to forget/remember….you swallow hard and your story begins…not more than 243 words before the cat gets your tongue.