#ThursThreads Week 235 : Now It’s Time To Go

I sat, in my car, at the Christmas Tree lights. In the other lane sat Jeffrey, in his heavily tuned Camaro. Really, the only left of the original Camaro were the body panels. The engine was hand built by his racing team. The transmission was a continuously variable unit designed to stay in the maximum torque range of the engine. His car was fast, and so was he.

I looked at the gages on my car’s instrument panel. The car put text on my crash helmet glasses. “Is it time to go?”

I chuckled, “No, car. It’s not time to go. We have to wait for the green light.”

“The green light?” The autonomous drive train of my car sounded irritated. “Can’t we go now, and get this over with?”


The car shook as the engine revved, “I know. I know. For the green light.” The engine dropped back to idle, “Time the rate at which the lights on the tree change. Project when the green light will be illuminated, and have the vehicle ready to move at maximum acceleration when the green light first illuminates.”

I nodded.

The light first light changed on the tree.


“Now it’s time to go.”

The car leaped forward as the light turned green. It was a very successful test run. Soon, no human lives would be put at risk on the drag strip. Racing would never be the same.

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I’m Not On Twitter Anymore.

I decided to write something for Week 235 of #ThursThreads. As always, #ThursThreads is hosted by Siobhan Muir. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read.


#ThursThreads Week 231 : Just The Fun Parts

I sat at my computer, staring at the screen, and trying to figure out how to say the words. I finally just gave up, and typed anything. See. I was chatting with Sally. And she’d asked how my brother, Simon, was doing. And I’d had to tell her Simon was in jail.

I hadn’t told anyone else about it yet. I was trying to figure out how, when, or even if. But Sally I trusted. She’d always talked with me. “I know when you’re hurt. I know when you’re heart bleeds. You can’t hide that from me. Please. Talk with me.”

I couldn’t tell her no. I could never tell her no.

“You know how Simon watched movies? How he fast forwarded through them, and stopped here and there?”

“Yeah. He said it was ‘cause he wanted to see just the fun parts. Nothing else. He skipped over the bad parts.” Her words came across the page.

I paused as I tried to think. “He did that same thing with books. And restaurants, and food. He left what he didn’t like on the plate. He threw out the pizza crust. He only bought the songs he wanted to hear, and never bought an entire album.”

I waited for her response. “Just the fun parts, right?”

“Well. Yeah.” I paused. There was no polite way to say it. “Um. Guess what he kept of his ex girlfriend…”

Sally didn’t answer. So I did, “Yep. Just the fun parts.”

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I’m not on Twitter anymore…

Cara Michaels asked a bunch of us to write for this weeks #ThursThreads, since she’s judging it. So, I decided to write something for Week 231. As always, #ThursThreads is hosted by Siobhan Muir. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read.