They felt good and threw cold beer on their feet, then came over to an important pieceashit truck on the street that served as a desk, yelling through cigarettes that Harry was nuthin but a nervous bitchofawife for not having a union forem ta bein. Comeon, why dont ya start planning for a place at the table? Aw comeon fellas, always breakin my balls. Quit it, willya?
So eventually they went to the glass in front of the truck and finished fixing their hair, kidding and laughing and leaning around.
In its third year, The March Micro Marathon will be, as usual, a prompt-a-day whirlwind for 24 days. You’ll exchange drafts of micro fiction, non-fiction, and prose poetry in small groups and gather for a series of online events (all recorded for participants unable to attend live). We’ll finish with 3 competitions, and participants who are not already in SmokeLong Fitness will be invited to workshop with SmokeLong Fitness until the end of April!