Just some crazy flash fiction.
Poetic Injustice
by Odin Roark
"So, why''d you pick this life?"
"Last life as a writer was a bitch."
"Worse than this?"
"This one wasn''t bad ‘til I got snagged up in their nets."
"Well, your next life''s comin'' up, pal. That red head''s been eyein'' you for ten minutes."
"New Year''s Eve. You''d think Gladstone''s could afford a bigger lobster tank to make it fair for us, eh?"
"Nothin'' fair in Hollywood."
"Myrtle, never gets picked. What''s her secret?"
"Over forty, fool. Body''s gone and those eyes. No black left."
"Cataracts?"
"Yeah."
"Sad."
"She''s alive, ain''t she?"
"Damn. Table six''s gorgeous red head''s movin'' our way."
"Boyfriend too."
"Pointin'' at me"
"Happy New Year, pal!"
"What''re you, sick?"
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well done
Ron