10 Minutes/Entry 15
Date: May 21st, 2008 5:47:26 pm - Subscribe
Mood: sniffly
Miss Flufferduum sat at the lunch counter in the back of the drugstore. Outside, angle-parked cars baked slowly in the sunshine. Jagged, chrome grills glinted in the sun.
Miss Flufferduum sipped at her fountain soda, a cherry-cola. Jim, the jerk, pulled the drink for her. He had smiled and chatted as the soda water hissed into the tall, narrow-bottomed, fluted glass. Now he was helping Mr. Whiggen choose his lunch. Something simple. Something soft. Mr. Whiggen had famously lost his teeth in the big tornado 10 years ago. He'd never replaced them. Said he didn't miss them. Much.
Miss Flufferduum looked over to the magazine stand. The latest issue of Bats Monthly enticed her with its cover, an Egyptian Rousette.
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