Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Lost And Found

Joan watched Elliot taking a leak in the field beyond the roadside picnic area, their favourite spot to park and neck. Suddenly Elliot started laughing. He stooped to pick something up and came back to the car with a wide grin.
     “Remember last week when I got all paranoid because I saw a cop car coming?”
They were smoking really strong hash and Elliot had freaked, shooting the remainder of the hash out the car window. The cops had not even slowed down; they probably never noticed Elliot’s car, parked in the shadows.
     “I just found the hash I ditched!”

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