Wednesday is story day and since this is the day before Thanksgiving it feels like Friday. There is usually a story here as those of you who read this blog regularly can attest. Raise your right hand and repeat after me. (This is the attestation) I say your name do attest that this is story day. As such, I expect a story and if there is not a story I will take whatever measures available to me under the constitution to force the author to create a story. So help me Hanna. So for you lawyers out there I’m really sorry to announce YES there is a story. We have Frank and Billy here again. Last week Frank was asking Billy to get rid of his AK47. Charles Yallowitz made a comment in which he wondered if Billy was actually walking around with said AK47. So let’s join this happy duo top see for ourselves. Thanks, Charles for the comment. The title of this week’s story is “Later.”
Later by John W. Howell Copyright 2014
“So Billy where is the AK now?”
“It’s out in the car.”
“Out in the car? Are you crazy?”
“I don’t think so. Why?”
“Leaving that weapon out in the car for the police to find it? Not smart.”
“They’ll never find it Frank.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“For one thing I have it out of sight.”
“For one thing.”
“Yeah, and for the other I think they will be more interested in the cocaine I have on top of it.”
“Billy. Listen to yourself. Cocaine? What cocaine?”
“The guy who I took the AK from also had five kilos of cocaine.”
“He gave them to you?”
“Not exactly.”
“What do you mean not exactly?”
“He is in the trunk on top of the cocaine and the AK.”
“Aren’t you worried about the police finding him?”
“No he is well hidden.”
“I’m afraid to ask. Well hidden by what.”
“I hit a deer on the way over here. I put it in the trunk on top of the guy.”
“So you think this is safe?”
“Would you mess with a dead smelly deer?”
“You have a point. Although it may take me a minute to understand it.”
“Later then, Frank. Need to dress out that deer for Thanksgiving.”

About the Author
I wanted to be an author since high school. That’s where the story begins and the ensuing years ended up being me doing everything except pushing the author career. I outlined ideas, wrote a few books, and designed characters whenever I had a chance. I’m a fantasy author (waits for groans and cheers to die down), so my stories were my own escapism from the retail and office jobs that I kept finding myself in. Now before I lose everyone to the doom and gloom, I’ll get to the good stuff.