This week, I’ve been working super hard on my WIP, so my brain was a little fried. Michael took one look at the friday fictioneer picture and immediately made a suggestion. At first I thought that maybe I could write it, but nope. Last night, I elaborated on the idea, and today Michael sat down to write it.
I. Love. It. I hope you guys do too!
Silence. “Just your imagination, man.”
“Thought it was them.”
“Sometimes it is. You got a weapon?”
“Never leave home without it.”
“Good. Heard the rumors?”
” ‘Course. They say there’s a place where they can’t get you.”
“Maybe it’s true?”
“Dunno’. I’m going to go there, though.”
“Yeah, me too. Been a while. I staked a week’s rations for this shirt and I don’t fancy the brownwings getting it.”
“No kidding – a chance for a Big Mac, too. Who could turn that down?”
Such was the life of two men on the run in a world overrun by moths.