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March Birthdays Among Us (That I know about)
Bill “Zed Man” Webb – March 1
Janet “Sustainabilitea” Webb – March 15
If there are more out there let me know.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)
Make every word count.
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Word Count – 100
END OF AN ERA, SEPTEMBER 24, 1960
Just the right balance of tin foil on rabbit ears chased away the ghosts and the black and white Zenith’s fifteen- inch picture wouldn’t flip during my favorite show.
“Hey, kids. What time is it?”
“It’s Howdy Doody time!”
Mute clown Clarabell chased Buffalo Bob with a seltzer bottle. Antics of the puppet population of Doodyville delighted me.
One horrible Saturday Howdy said, “There’s no more show. It’s time to go.”
Then Clarabell spoke for the first time.
I sobbed, inconsolable, crushed by my first real loss in seven years. Even now the memory brings me to tears.