FF- Friday Fictioneers
copyright - Ted Strutz
"All these bottles and trinkets ... Clark, you're sort of a hoarder."
"I prefer collector."
"Okay, whatever. But please look for it already. I've been dreaming about that special bottle of liqueur ever since the last time we drank it together."
"Well, let me see. Is this it? No, that's the Ginger Abdullah I brought back from the Isle of Krotsky in 1987."
"I know you can find it, Clark."
"Ah, this is it! Nah, I'm wrong. This is the Absinthe of Absence from the Kropotkin Vineyards in Landesburg."
"Clark, you gotta find it."
"Well, I'm not sure where it is, it could be almost any ...."
"Clark, how could you lose the Youth Potion we drank together 45 years ago?!"
"I dunno. I guess I am sort of a hoarder."
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And I guess I'm sort of a hoarder too. I've hoarded this story until Friday, which is late for an entry in the weekly Friday Fictioneers extravanganza (which somebody still has to explain to me how that all makes sense!), and I'm also continuing to hoard comments on your stories each week due to present concerns far beyond those of mortal men.
But despite that, you should read and comment on the stories of the other Friday (Wednesday?) Fictioneers , which you can access by clicking right here.
Meanwhile I'm going to go look for that potion. Oh, boy: Hair, virility, single's bars! See ya!
