I just had to get out of this god-forsaken, goodbye town before I turned into a permanent fixture like the Bidwell Exchange purveyor of overpriced tickets to a better life. I was just a little short on cash for the train ticket to Chicago. Outside the Exchange, I did whatever I could for the last $100 dollars I needed to purchase my ticket to fame and fortune in America’s Second City. I sang. I danced. I juggled. I even told jokes. The problem with a goodbye town though…there is no one around to toss you one lousy dollar for your trouble.
Had Lady A’s ‘Goodbye Town’ stuck in my head when I saw the prompt for this week 🙂
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY (OR CLOSE ENOUGH) AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER HERE TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRIT AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. FOR MORE FRIDAY FICTIONEERS’ STORIES…