Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on June 1, 2023 by Jan Wilberg
Barbara told Ricardo to keep his hands to himself and drive. But Ricardo decided Barbara didn’t mean what she said so he kept crawling his hand up her leg until she opened the door when he slowed for a red light and hopped out even though the car was still moving.
Ricardo flipped through a gas station to catch her but she’d already hitched a ride from a guy in a red pickup with Arnold’s Plumbing painted on the side. Ricardo could see her waving her hands and telling her story to Arnold and it made him crazy and sad.
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Category: 100 Word Stories, Fiction
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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Ricardo is a jerk. I hope Arnold doesn’t turn out to be one as well.