Sunday, March 18, 2007

Inspiration Stuck... Out

I was driving down the road and caught sight of a vision of masculinity in the rear view mirror. He look so, so good in his big, black truck. He was begging to be written into a story.

By the next light he passed me up and sat ahead of me waiting for the light to turn green. He popped a stick of gum in his mouth and...

Tossed the wrapper out his open window.

I bought it up at work at lunch and this guy on my shift said, "What's wrong with that? I litter all the time."


"Prisoners need something to clean up."

I still think I need a different foible for the hero of my next story. Littering just isn't sexy enough.