and I’ll just let it be, if I don’t see cliche on the old oak tree!
Ah! Literati! The pump is being primed!
I’m beginning to feel my old self again! (though could use a little help with that! Interns are on break)
Salvatore Buttaci has paid his fare and just got off the bus! Our contest Like a Ton of Bricks continues. You know, run your cliches up a flagpole and see who salutes. But the story must be a conversation on a bus.
He is Sal Buttaci’s take on the contest:
TILL HELL FREEZES OVER
by Sal Buttaci
Rosie takes three brisk steps up onto the 32 Nutley bus. The door whooshes shut behind her.
“A blast from the past!” This from Phil Smalls, nodding towards the seat across from him, the only empty one left.
Rosie sits down, then cuts to the chase. “The shoe’s on the other foot now. I’m free as a bird.”
“Come on, Rosie. Who wrote the Book of Love?”
“You made your bed, Phil.”
Let’s lie in it, Sweetie Pie.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Rosie, I’m still carrying a torch.”
“Cry me a river.”
All eyes rivet on the two. Phil high-fives the crowd.
“Pipe down!” Rosie says, but Phil’s lips won’t zip.
“It’s all cool,” he says. “We’re two peas in a pod.”
“More like ‘three sheets to the wind.’”
“For crying out loud, I don’t booze anymore!”
Rosie bites her lip.
“We’re beating a dead horse, Phil.”
Her 32nd Street is two stops away.
“We tried twice,” she said.
“Third time’s a charm.”
“You lie through your teeth.
“Phil, you really love me? Set me free!”
Rosie yanks the stop cord and doesn’t look back.
Home is where the heart is.
Salvatore Buttaci has been writing and seeing his work in print since 1957. He currently has two collections of short-short stories published by All Things That Matter Press. Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts are available in book and Kindle editions at http://www.kindlegraph.com/authors/sambpoet
Sal lives in West Virginia with his wife Sharon.