“Steer clear. He is loco.”
“I can handle him.” Joanie flipped her ebony curls over her shoulder.
“That is what Carina thought, too. Did you read her obit? 49 stab wounds, yet there he walks down the promenade.”
“She probably didn’t know what I know.”
“Unless it is how to not bleed, steer clear.”
Joanie plucked her Mace from her purse and dropped it on the foyer table on her way out. She whispered, “I love the scent of danger.”
Welcome back to Flash in the Pan with the second word of the new quarter: loco. Coming in at 79 words against the 100 word limit, this tidbit falls in ranks with some from flashers who have been missing for a while and some newbies hopping the flash train for the first time.
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Which one is truly more loco: the man or Joanie? Have you ever gotten together with someone a friend warned you to steer clear? Why do we do it?
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