Janet Reid, Literary Agent, posted an impromptu writing contest on her blog back in April. I’m a little late to the game and missed the contest, but wanted to go ahead and take the challenge myself.
The challenge: Write a story under 100 words with the following words: junk, dignity, gunbelt, hungover, punch
Well, with a word like junk, my mind immediately went into the gutter…let’s see if I can follow it down (no pun intended), shall we?
Ghost Town Funeral
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Waking up hungover, wearing nothing but a gunbelt, with somebody’s naked junk in your face is not the best way to start the day. I’m sure my mom would agree. My dad would probably punch the junk guy in the face, if he were around. Which he’s not.
Which is why I’m here in the first place.
At least Dad was buried according to his final wishes, I reminded myself, collecting my panties and dignity off the sawdust scattered floor.
Note to self: never drink whisky at a Western ghost town funeral, especially when the barkeep is pouring your drinks.
Ha! Nice.