Just think, you can pull it behind. Oh, you don’t have a vehicle. You have a bike. A motor bike? Oh. BMX. OK. Well, it does have a sturdy shell and the blinds mostly work. There’s even room for entertaining. You don’t entertain? Well then… *deep sigh* It’s the perfect place to hole up and hack into whatever cyber space you’re trying to hack into. I’ll even throw in the generator. What? You’ll take it? *calming breath as to not sound too eager* Just sign here. You won’t regret, no siree.
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2 Replies to “House on wheels”
You know what they say, one man’s trash….
Ha, for sure! And I think Joan would totally agree with you on that!
Hinterland is Real
They say seeing is believing. I didn’t know what that meant until that night. I was coming home late, later than I should, and I knew I was going to catch heck. Momma didn’t even pretend to be patient when me or my sister wasn’t home in time for dinner.
Deadly Mist
The mist crept closer, slithering across the boot prints she left behind on the soft, moist ground. She urged her legs to go faster over the uneven path. A leafless tree grabbed at the flying strands of her long silver hair as she ran past. They hung like shiny tinsel
Path of the Dead
The path of a ghost is etched into the earth, hammered and chiseled by heeled boots, flat leather soles, and the barest of feet. I follow the prints up and over the rise. There is a man standing by the car, smartly dressed in black pants, an unblemished white shirt,