Wednesday again and time for a story. This week’s story involves our boy Frank actually trying to do a good deed for someone and getting a little bit overwhelmed. The title is Help and I hope you like it.
Help by John W. Howell Copyright 2014
“So sir can I help you.”
“What makes you think I need help.”
“Well, you are sitting on the curb and you haven’t moved for the last ten minutes.”
“How do you know. Are you watching me?”
“Well no. I was just sitting on that bench over there having my lunch and noticed you sitting here with your feet in that mud puddle.”
“What’s your name anyway?”
“Frank. How about yours?”
“I don’t have a name you would understand. I was left here from another planet. Now get outta here and leave me alone.”
“Another planet? Which one.”
“Yeah right. You get me to tell where and you go there and turn me in.”
“Turn you in? Turn you in to who?”
“To whom. To whom. Turn in to whom. Damn, I have to listen to the language being slaughtered after ten years of lessons. Just makes you want to spit.”
“Okay sir. I get it. You are a crank and you want to be left alone. Here take this.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s five bucks. Maybe you can get enough wine to kill yourself you old goat.”
“Wine? I don’t drink wine. I’m an officer in the imperial force. We don’t have time for wine.”
“Whatever. Do you want the fiver or not?’
“Not Frank”
“Okay then I tried. See you around old man.”
“Agent Zorra. You okay?”
“Yeah, I never thought that guy would leave.I’m glad I kept my helmet on being under water all this time and holding onto your feet. Pull me out of this water will Ya.”
“The next time we do a transport, I hope you pick a dry spot.’
“Who would have thought a pothole in New York would swallow our ship? I think we better tell Zamboo we have a problem.”
Fiction Favorites 
The old who or whom controversy never fails to excite……
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I can confirm that New York City potholes can swallow a spaceship. Also small children, basketball players that fall into obscurity, and the trombone section of a high school marching band. Those poor kids.
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This made me laugh out loud. So funny. Thanks
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You’re welcome. Hope you weren’t drinking at the time.
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Coffee, cream and Splenda all over the keyboard. Worth it though.
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Sorry about that. I have a friend that has a habit of making me laugh when I’m drinking. Usually it’s beer and that never ends well.
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Beer hurts. Two ways; The loss and the burn.
On Wed, Sep 10, 2014 at 8:13 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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Very poetic and true.
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Pot hole , sink holes, swallow houses people and cars around here, why not a spaceship? Franks probably glad he got to keep his five bucks.
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I think so. Thanks
On Wed, Sep 10, 2014 at 8:47 AM, Fiction Favorites wrote:
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Well, if they would have landed in California, they probably would have killed a Caltrans crew because it takes those guys years to fill a single pothole.
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LOL. Thanks Phillip
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Trucks, cars, office buildings and space ships too? What a sink hold that New York is. Tsk. Tsk.
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He he. Who and whom made me giggle. As always, your writing is entertaining!
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Thank you.
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