that good for nuthin’ scoundrel’s not getting at my daughter! She’ll have to politely ask him to leave!

I love the awesome characters you’ve established in such a confined space!

I thought the possessive boyfriend was telling this story at first. “Drunker than a sack of bricks” sounds just wrong enough to be just right in this instance.

(Hey, you’re alive! I haven’t seen anything by you in a month or so!)
I love the tone of this thing, very vernacular.

Yeah, I hadn’t Ficleteered in a while and I was starting to get that old itch again… ;-) By the way, the protagonist of this story is neither Shelley’s boyfriend nor her mother. But “possessive” is certainly a good way to describe her. Anyone feel free to jump in and elaborate on what her relation might be, if you want.

Yes, the vernacular was top-notch and I love the characters. “Drunker than a sack of bricks” is a new one for me. Great to see you back to some old fashioned ficleteering.

Love how the dialect and his ‘spiffing up’ sets the chronological setting. Nice, grounded, real-feeling story so far. And I was thinking boyfriend until the skillet line. Boyfriends don’t use skillets.

Dialouge and oldtime country feel to this was spot on.. interesting characters you created. Mother hen keeping the town riff raf away.. great story.

Well, I was thinking dad until the ‘Miss Hawthorne’… and if it’s not her mother… uhm sister?
very nice tone and set up and diaoluge =) i liked it.