You know I can't resist my favorite game. I'm thinking something from the bourbon-soaked pages of James M. Cain or Raymond Chandler. But you tell me, clever readers, if this were the setting for a scene in a movie, what would happen here?
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Wait a minute. No Hammett? I see Sam Spade knocking on a door up there somewhere.
I'm going to jump WAY out there and see those circus trick dogs that line up, standing on their back legs, sometimes wearing hats or sombreros, dancing down this driveway. The owner of the building to the right is an eccentric man who thinks everything is a scene for his dogs to perform. He brings his outdated boombox, sets it down on the ground, plays some mariachi music and the canines know it is their cue to jump up and start their parade of dance.
GOD - I'm weird this Friday.
How appropriate- my wv is the word comic!!
I see loneliness, I see teenage pregnancy, I see misunderstood pit bull.
I got nothing
but margaret had me with "misunderstood pit bull"
misunderstood pit bull!!!
You got me with that.
LOL, Margaret. But what do you see in Laurie's photo? ;-)
I see what Margaret sees, and Sandford &Son and Saved by the Bell reruns. Expired Domino's Pizza coupons. Second notice on the electric bill.
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