Ahh yee of little faith.
Literati, I am still here. I caught a bit of a cold (pneumonia, actually), I think because they refused to issue me an extra blanket. But here I am bright-eyed and bushy-taled (or tailed) and loaded for bear–or unbearable cliche’s. Very few entries in our contest, sad to say. Must be tough as nails to write a whole story comprised of idiom sink crassies.
But let me start to publish what has come in, starting with something T-rex–oops! T-relf has submitted.
(Bus Driver! Move that bust!)
Terrie Leigh Relf
“Hold on everyone! We’re going for a ride!” The bus driver grabbed the wheel like a vice, whipped it around, barely avoiding the car making an illegal turn across the intersection.
“That was a close call.” The silver-haired woman next to me sighed with relief. “I haven’t crossed a single item off my bucket list.”
“Me, neither,” I replied, mentally counting my blessings. “So, what’s on yours?”
“Let’s see. . .There’s Europe and Hawaii, one of those waxes,” she whispered conspiratorially, “you know, down there. . .”
The bus driver called out, “We have a detour, folks. The City’s tearing up the streets again.”
“Our tax dollars at work,” a twenty-something said without looking up from texting.
“I don’t even bother to vote anymore. It’s not like my vote counts,” said a guy knitting baby booties.
“If you won’t think for yourself, others will think for you,” said a suited gentleman behind a Wall Street Journal.
Some guy in the back yelled, “Let’s get this party started! I’m going to be late to work again.”
“So complain to the City,” a mother with three kids mumbled between yawns.
Paint-stained-overalls guy said, “Like the City cares about us little people.”
“Another detour, folks.” The driver maneuvered around a series of yellow cones, muttered, “Oh shit!”
“So, what’s on your list, dear?” the silver-haired woman asked, just being polite, I’m sure.
“Being abducted by aliens,” I squealed as the bus careened into a gaping maw in the asphalt.