© Jean L. Hays
FF-Friday Fictioneers“How can I help you folks?” said kindly old Russell Gayer as he approached the young couple just stopping at his service station.
“Excuse me, sir” said the young man, “but is this really Route 66? That’s not what my map or GPS says.”
“Oh, yes, sir, it is Route 66! Say, would you folks like some APCO gas? I’ve also got APCO Oil, APCO Spark Plugs, APCO …”
“Oh, no, thank you, we just needed directions.”
The young couple continued down the road. When they were out of sight kindly old Russell Gayer planted his hands on his hips and laughed.
“Two more souls for my master Lord APCO, son of Satan! Been much easier to trap them since I removed the third 6 from the sign.”
Sorry to introduce such a terrifying character in this story and I didn't mean to cause you nightmares, but that kindly old Russell Gayer is awfully scary when he's badgering you about buying APCO products. I don't know about you, but I came away with an APCO raincoat and APCO chocolate candy with raisins.
Well, let's all calm down by reading the tales based on the picture prompt above by the other Friday Fictioneers by clicking here.
Oh, no, here comes kindly old Russell Gayer again! Okay, okay, I'll take the APCO underwear!