© Jean L. Hays
"And so the Road Warrior drove the tanker out of the compound at breakneck speed, chased furiously by the vicious marauders that had held the people in the compound captive."
"Wow! And this enabled the people in the compound to escape with the necessary oil to rebuild civilization?”
"Right! And the Road Warrior was able to deftly maneuver many of the marauders' vehicles into fiery collisions so that the landscape was ultimately strewn with their devastated wreckage!"
"I see. And these are some of those destroyed vehicles!"
"Of course not. I'm just telling you about a movie. It didn't happen.”
"So what are these cars?"
"Oh, parallel parking practice for Perry Block.”
Just a little basic self-deprecation for this week's Friday Fictioneers and I'm off.
It's true I'm lousy at parallel parking. Once I parked so far from the curb I needed a GPS to get to the meter. You'll need no GPS to get to the stories by the other Friday Fictioneers, however, as you can read their takes on the above picture prompt simply by clicking here.
Okay, I'm off on my Highway to Heck. Have a good holiday!