I stumbled over Thursday, in the gutter, bleeding out its final minutes. I offered it a smoke. “Time’s almost up,” I said. “Spare a quarter?” it asked me. I checked my watch. “Sorry, friend. By my count you’ve only got ten minutes.”
I stumbled over Thursday, in the gutter, bleeding out its final minutes. I offered it a smoke. “Time’s almost up,” I said. “Spare a quarter?” it asked me. I checked my watch. “Sorry, friend. By my count you’ve only got ten minutes.”
J Edward Benoit 
I love this so much that I’m going to fume about it all day. Wish I’d written it.
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That comment had me smiling all day. Thanks.
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Great take!
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This piece has got a wonderful edge and rhythm. I’m with Christine. I wish I’d written it too. Beautifully done!
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Congratulations!!!!!! I’m so pleased your piece has received such deserved recognition!! Well done, Edward!
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Thank you! Sure makes for a damn fine way to end the week.
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That last line packs quite a punch 🙂
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Very interesting, the whole scene played out with wonderful rhythm and edge, like Jo-Anne so eloquently said.
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Jealous!!!!! Sooooooo clever!
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Great take on the prompt. I especially love “stumbled over Thursday…” Good writing!
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Perfect!
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I’ve had a few Thursdays stumble over me too!
This is good.
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Fantastic voices in this, and I love the play on time!
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Creative and so well written. I love this one. “Bleeding out its final minutes”–perfection!
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Well, everyone else has said it already, but this was great! Intelligent and edgy.
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