Episode 3: Seriously?
"Fabian tell me you saw that garden gnome move."
I was just looking over at the large gnome that appeared to be peering into the window of the trailer. I thought it was a protecter but I freaked when it moved.
"What are you talking about?"
Fabian had been staring at the hooker Candie and the alchocolic who were trying to get the large man out of his orange Pinto. He looked over at the trailer that had a line of garden gnomes along with the perv looking into the window.
"Betty that's a person."
I looked over at Fabian.
"Really? He's so little."
I had never seen a human being that small before that wasn't a small child. I honestly thought he was a freaking garden gnome.
"Hey pervert stop peeking into my window."
A woman peeked outside the window waving around a shoe. She threw it and hit the guy who was backing away in the forehead. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Get the hell away from my window."
The woman in curlers pulled down the blinds but not before her bare breasts were exposed.
"Whoa those are some knockers."
"Betty."
"Oh Fabian you are not going to tell me you didn't notice those?"
I knew my friend was gay but you'd have to be in space not to notice those things before she closed the blinds.
"Come on Travis suck it in or Bill's going to spray you with the hose."
Bill took a deep breath and manged to squeeze himself out of the car. He didn't want any water to tocuh him because he had a fear of it ever since he nearly drowned back in 87.
"That isn't cool Candie.'"
"Well it got you out didn't it?"
Travis tripped over the hose and fell to the ground.
"Wow this place is awesome Fabian. It beats being stuck in that basement."
Fabian just shook his head.
"I'll show you to your uncle's trailer."
Candie started walking to the trailer that was silver and had weeds growing around it.
"This is one of those times when I don't say what I'm thinking," I whispered to Fabian.
Candie reached under the mat for the key. She opened the door and stepped aside so I could walk in first. After taking a step inside I was nearly killed by an avalanche of porns and Playboys. I was able to fall to my right so only my foot got attacked by the large stage that gave me a strange welcome to my new home. The place smelled of peppermint and musk.
"Home sweet home."
To Be Cont.
By Barbara Desmond
I was just looking over at the large gnome that appeared to be peering into the window of the trailer. I thought it was a protecter but I freaked when it moved.
"What are you talking about?"
Fabian had been staring at the hooker Candie and the alchocolic who were trying to get the large man out of his orange Pinto. He looked over at the trailer that had a line of garden gnomes along with the perv looking into the window.
"Betty that's a person."
I looked over at Fabian.
"Really? He's so little."
I had never seen a human being that small before that wasn't a small child. I honestly thought he was a freaking garden gnome.
"Hey pervert stop peeking into my window."
A woman peeked outside the window waving around a shoe. She threw it and hit the guy who was backing away in the forehead. He stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Get the hell away from my window."
The woman in curlers pulled down the blinds but not before her bare breasts were exposed.
"Whoa those are some knockers."
"Betty."
"Oh Fabian you are not going to tell me you didn't notice those?"
I knew my friend was gay but you'd have to be in space not to notice those things before she closed the blinds.
"Come on Travis suck it in or Bill's going to spray you with the hose."
Bill took a deep breath and manged to squeeze himself out of the car. He didn't want any water to tocuh him because he had a fear of it ever since he nearly drowned back in 87.
"That isn't cool Candie.'"
"Well it got you out didn't it?"
Travis tripped over the hose and fell to the ground.
"Wow this place is awesome Fabian. It beats being stuck in that basement."
Fabian just shook his head.
"I'll show you to your uncle's trailer."
Candie started walking to the trailer that was silver and had weeds growing around it.
"This is one of those times when I don't say what I'm thinking," I whispered to Fabian.
Candie reached under the mat for the key. She opened the door and stepped aside so I could walk in first. After taking a step inside I was nearly killed by an avalanche of porns and Playboys. I was able to fall to my right so only my foot got attacked by the large stage that gave me a strange welcome to my new home. The place smelled of peppermint and musk.
"Home sweet home."
To Be Cont.
By Barbara Desmond
