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#6 - The Motorcycle

 

     ...mirror. Must be a woman. How can she see with all those beads? And how could you forget the red pickup truck – come on, tandem wheels and a diesel? For what, driving back and forth to the office every day? Uh-huh. This is definitely where you had parked.

        Somebody stole your car.

        Wonderful.

        You heave a tired sigh. It just keeps getting better and better. You pull a cell phone from your pocket to call the police and manage to drag out your keys with it. The clip pops open as they hit the ground, sending a spray of chrome and brass in all directions. Bending to pick them up, you take a mental inventory: house key, garage door key, key you’ve had for years and have no idea what it’s for, ignition key, P.O. box key…wait a minute…...

 

 


There's got to be more to life than getting raked over the coals by an irate boss. You could walk out, but then what?

How about jumping into the nearest rabbit hole?

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