If you haven’t already, you should read the entries. They’re all great (though some of you still went over the maximum word count)! Some were funny, some quite clever, some moving. Thanks to everyone who participated, you guys are all the best. Now let’s get down to it. Which entry did I decide was the winner? I know you’re on pins and needles.
Our big winner is…
…DorothyBarker!
Here is Dorothy’s winning entry:
I should have known when Ollie and JT said they had a way to “make some easy money” it wouldn’t end well. Neither of them was a rocket scientist. Or, in JT’s usage, “rock scientist”. So you see what I mean.
But I was broke, unemployed and living in the sun porch at my Aunt Anne’s. “Sun porch” being a generous term for “back room filled with crap”. My bed was shoved in the corner next to a pie safe and part of an old loom. Aunt Anne had flirted with weaving. It didn’t work out.
Apparently, Ollie’s crazy Mastiff mix Toad had run into the sinkhole on River Road, still gaping open, three weeks on, due to lack of municipal funds and any civic pride whatsoever. They were shocked when Toad turned up, drooling and delighted, inside Martel’s Jewelry on Main. If Toad could get in, so could I, JT figured; I hadn’t gained a pound—or grown an inch—since I’d ruled the girl’s gymnastics team in High School. And Ollie knew for a fact that Harland Martel never went to the bank on Wednesdays; it was bingo night.
Desperation, no claustrophobia and an idiotic yearning for a certain gold Eiffel Tower necklace, crushed my better judgment. And at 11:58 pm, when the Durbin Rocket roared through town, a load of asphalt, gravel and tar-seal nearly crushed me. I’d cut my nails too short and it was going to be the longest Thursday ever. I started digging.
Congratulations, DB! If you want to claim your prize, I’ll be in the Crasstalk Kissing Booth in five minutes. If you don’t want to claim your prize, that’s okay too, you won’t hurt my feefees.
