Short Story, Part II
Gordon’s Buick sputtered and moaned as it slowly lurched into the designated parking space. Add a tune up and filter change to the list, thought Gordon. He pulled the key from the ignition and stared ahead blankly. “Damn that kid!” he spat, pounding the steering wheel. Then in a softer tone through clenched teeth, “And damn his mother….Dammit, Nikki!”
“Dammit.”
Read all of part II here or check out part I, part III and Part IV
… And there’s always the Fake Rockstar: Fake Tales blog
