On Friday night, on my last break at work, I grabbed a funny hat from a table in the festively decorated break room, tossed it on my noggin, and took a silly selfie.
Posting it on my Facebook I wished everyone well and commented that I was glad 2016 was over and I hoped that 2017 would be so much better, personally and creatively.
Among the well wishes in return were a few laughs;
"Damn party animals", from a friend in NoCal.
"You look drunk", from my oldest sister, in SoCal.
and, "did you start partying without US ???? LMAO", from a writer friend in Austin.
I responded this way; "No, our break room at work has a festive look and these different hats laying around on tables. I grabbed one I liked and took a photo during a break last night.
Haven't had a beer in quite a while."
The friend in Austin wasn't having any of it, hee, hee!
"Nice try -- you're a writer, couldn't you concoct a more elaborate story??? LOL"
This got me to thinking and, during breaks at work, writing....
It has been months, even a few years, since I last wrote any 100 or 200 word stories on either of my blogs, my most famous effort being the 31 chapter opus, Aubrey, that a friend thinks deserves publishing.
My 1st 200 Word Musings, on this blog, was last April:
My 2nd was last July:
So...after a New Year's morning re-write, here goes....
If you are reading this the janitor didn’t lie and posted it on my blog as requested.
I was cycling home from work, New Year’s Eve, along Brays Bayou Trail.
I know…stupid…but I have lights.
Near Fondren something dashed across the trail, startling me. I lost control, fell off, and all went dark.
I awoke, finding myself in a room with bars and no sense of time passed, or memory, other than the trail.
What’s that party hat in the corner? How did I get here? Where is here, for that matter?
The name of the town on the uniform of the cops is weird, even for Texas, and unfamiliar to me.
The cops say they found me stumbling down the road into town and that since there is only one road into town I was kind of hard to miss at noon.
When I didn’t answer questions to their satisfaction, or have an ID, they tossed me in a cell while they figured out what to do with me.
That’s fine, but they haven’t been more forthcoming themselves, so I feel we are even.
I’m hungry, late for work and want my cats!
I think I need a lawyer.