I cannnnn't drive....fiiifty fiiiiiive.......

  Here goes...it's once again (due to the cyclical nature of the cosmos) Friday.  Which means, children, that G-Daddy, over at Mr Know It All has  been waiting with baited breath to read all of our flash fiction pieces. In EGGS-ACTLY  55  words,  write that Hoo-Doo that You Do so Well and then link it back to him.  Kinda like this--only maybe not so goofy.

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Strong smells-curry, maybe. Or something heavy on the cumin.  Smells like male sweat. Nasty. In the distance a light tinkling of bells and coming into view, the delicate ankle the bells wound around. A  light gossamer of pale blue  and then the swaying begins…


 Feeling light-headed and breathless, he watches her step onto the dais…

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   (This is for you, Gabi!!!!)