Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on July 22, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
It was the third time this week, a half sheet of yellow paper stuck under the driver’s side windshield wiper, the writing neat to start but wild and flared at the end, the message the same each day, look for it inside.
Category: WritingTags: 42-word story, Gargleblaster, microstory, Yeah Write

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Reblogged this on Red's Wrap and commented:
What strange story can you tell in 42 words? Here’s one.
I want to know what’s really going on!
Oh man, that is creepy. I think I’d be nervous to get in the car. Great piece!
I would be setting up a dashcam to catch the culprit in the act! What could it mean?
cryptic indeed.