It was a quiet moon-less night, in a city that keeps it's secrets.
The occasional honk.
The haunting wail of a distant siren.
There's not much intelligent conversation at 3:00 AM.
After four years of pounding the pavement.....
Abby smiled at the thought of 'entertaining' her last stranger.
Tomorrow she flies home to Iowa.
If you or anyone you know has written a Friday Flash 55
Please come tell The G-Man!
I will visit, read, enjoy, comment....Then BOOK!!!
So from the most gracious host from coast to coast....
Have a Kick Ass Week-End!!!
PS. Rudy, I can read your post but NOT Comment!
Claudia, My work PC blows me off-line on your Blog!
I'll comment in the evening from home...:-)