What’s Next ?
I’M GETTING TO BE A REALLY ANNOYING PERSON when I have to deal with myself. Nag. Nag. Nag. I just don’t give myself a moment’s peace. Would it hurt if I cut myself some slack?
What is behind all of this? Lemme tell ya.
NOT LONG AGO SOMEONE ASKED ME who I thought was the best writer. Of course, that is an impossible question to answer – even if you are going for just one man’s opinion. A question like that is like asking who is the prettiest woman, or what is the best tasting thing to have for dinner.
Talk about your subjective questions. Sheesh!
Fiction Saturday – “And Pull The Hole In After You” – Continued
At roughly the same time, in an office in the Federal Building, a group of thirty FBI agents was collecting in a 24th floor conference room. The recessed fluorescent lighting made them all look slightly green.
At the front of the room stood a man with too much gray hair for someone his age. He was waiting for the arriving people to settle so he could begin. The people upstairs had handed him an assignment.
“Okay, everybody, listen. Hey! The dancing monkey is at the front of the room here. Pay attention, this is important, and even better, it’s something different.”