The online HQ of author and voice actor PETREA BURCHARD, and her publishing company, BOZ BOOKS
Petrea, you are every bit as good as Stephen Shore (whose work I have adored since college).Those feet are perfect and turn what was already a superb photograph into several novels-worth of possibilities.With your permission I might ask the 500 Words writers to use this as inspiration for stories.
He was sure he'd left the car inside the garage, but when he walked to the door, he hit a brick wall. Ouch!
He's not parked, he's just idling.
Go for it, Dive, I'd love it.
he read the sign, saw the hooks on the wall of previous "non-G" folk who attempted to park here, so he let the car gallivant around town on its own while he only "rested" in that spot.wv: flang...and when the owner of that spot came out and saw him laying upon the restricted parking lot, he flang the man out onto Lake Ave anyway.
A million thanks, Petrea. The first story is already up and hopefully more will follow when the other writers get their pens in gear.I've taken the liberty of reproducing your photo (with attribution) on the blog. If that's not okay, please let me know.
Over at Dive's blog, Small Glass Planet, he gives a once-a-month prompt for a 500-word story. The stories are posted on the Small Glass Planet 500 Words Blog. I don't know all the rules, but I'll bet if you wanted to participate Dive would explain them to you.
All that room ... and he missed it by two feet!
Petrea, you are too kind.
Violators will be dragged by their feet.
Are those dorothy's shoes at the bottom of the pic?
Fred had a bit too many co ktails at the Ca i ornia Nigth Club...
ok...lol Chieftess, Susan and Speedway...y'all just made me spew Togo's on the screen...anyone know how to get a #30 off a laptop? ;-)
Poindexter Snodgrass ran like the wind to keep his car from being towed, but his Hush Puppies let him down. Wilbur "Mac" McCarthy, the tow truck driver, neglected to look in his rear-view mirror and backed right over Poindexter. After she blew her husband's life insurance payout on a trip to Reno with members of the Pasadena Women's Knitting and Temperance Society, Mrs. Maple Straugn Snodgrass moved back home to Monroesville, Indiana, to help out on the family farm. She met a similar end when her father, Homer Straugn, accidentally backed his tractor into the haystack she was hand-baling. From tow truck to tractor, the unfortunate series of events was a tragedy for all concerned.Rest in peace, Poindexter and Maple. We hardly knew ye.
Pio...More, more, more!!!
He parked his sorry butt down in the No Parking zone and waited to be towed away to his next mishap and adventure.
Yes, PIO, more, more! Funny stuff. To know what Chieftess is referring to (the co ktails at the Ca i ornia Nigth Club, not the spewing) check out The Altadena Hiker for more funny stuff.Dive, someone may get you back for the comment about the socks. And for that, read Dive's 500 words.This has been a most fulfilling Zen Monday. I never know which ones are going to work. Some photos I think are so juicy and they get nary a comment. And some I think may get nothing and they inspire great stuff. Looking back through these---they're all really funny, don't you think? I like to sit down at the end of the day and read them all again.
yes, PIO, keep on!yes Chieftess, spewing. thank you.wv is so appropriate: joksmar
song lyrics are coming to mind..."Earl had to die..."thanks dixie chicks...thanks!
oops, forgot to add: wv: slummenI just don't know how wv knows!
Clyde had taken the term "Virtual Reality" too far when he redesigned his garage.
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