One night, as the little black girl threw back drink after drink with her cronies, she saw a flash of news come across the TV in the bar. CNN reported something about the upcoming election that meant absolutely nothing to any of them, but sparked fear in the mush heads just the same. In her drunken state of loose lipped liberation, the little black girl let rip, unceremoniously what she felt about the election and the people running. Once she saw that she had an audience, she began on her commentary about the government and how she felt about the entire democratic system. Many of the patrons laughed, many didn’t have a clue what she was talking about, and some cheered. To her, it felt great to be able to vent and get her opinions out there for once.
Not everyone was so pleased to hear her diatribe. The next morning, on her way to work, a black SUV skidded up to the curb in front of her building. Being half awake, she didn’t react fast enough and two big guys in suits snatched her up, leaving her dunkin donuts glazed donut on the side of the road.
To be continued in : “You think too much!”
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3 comments:
I am loving these short stories! I am anxiously awaiting the next installment.
You have also motivated me to actually start posting some of mine at my literary blog that is currently empty. LOL
Great Job ;-)
Are we watching Direct TV or is it watching us? I am ready for the next one!
Cool! I'm tuning in!
Jaycee
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