“Yo! Banana Boy!”
“I’ve told you, I’m Botany Man. Botany. Man.”
“You throw exploding bananas. You’re Banana Boy. And that name strikes fear in no one’s heart.”
“This from Plastic Bucket Girl?”
“Touché.”
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This story was written for what, sadly, is one of the last Trifecta prompts. The challenge is closing forever at the end of this month. Thanks to Trifecta, I’ve met many wonderful bloggers and read many delightful stories, and it’s challenged my own writing as well. Without Trifecta, there would be no Volcano Rain, no Constance the Guardian Angel, no Prince Evinrude or Fillmore Streamlet, or many other characters. C’est tragique.
Published on March 10, 2014 07:47