Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Untitled - Part 47

So far.


Jeffrey waved to Officer Steenson as they drove past each other. He swung into his driveway. Linda opened her door.

“Mom, hurry up,” Tyler said.

“I will,” said Linda. “It’s right on the counter.” She went inside.

Jeffrey got out of the Camry and stretched. It was a fine afternoon.


Jennifer said...

Where's Peter Griffin??

Anonymous said...

Was my diagphragm on the counter. Again?

fish said...

No no no. Go back. Go back. Go back.

Jennifer said...

COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!! The suspense is killing us!!

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

See, that's the plan.

Snag's going to drop us, one by one, then take over our blogs.

Then ????


Snag said...

That sure sounds like the road to riches. Woo-hoo! Poppa needs a new pair of shoes!