26 June 2007

Wood Pulp Chopper Fiction

"...the motorcycle lumbered down the road, but Mitch trusted it wood make it to the bar. His splintered relationship with Donna hit him like a 2x4 and left him desperate to rebuild his life. He still pined for her. What's worse, he was being framed for a robbery he did not commit. Certainly, they would nail him if he didn't find a way out. He was a stud, but that would only make him that much more vulnerable in jail. They wouldn't hesistate to take advantage of him and then beat him to a pulp. He arrived at the bar and stepped off the bike with a knot in his throat...."
Fiction courtesy of a tall fella.

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