Copyright – Jean L. Hays
It was the coldest Hazard County winter on record. An outbreak of the flu and sixty-four inches of snowfall overnight crippled the town. The sickness took hold. Pipes began to burst. Cabin fever set in. Jethro seized the moment to reveal the flash of inspiration he’d been keeping a secret out along the old road where he and Bubba liked to go muddin’ in Bubba’s old station wagon. There was only one problem. No gas. The fillin’ station had run out and the delivery truck was stranded somewhere on Highway Forty.
“Guess you should’a filled up first.”
“Shut up, Bubba.”
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Thanks to the prompt provided by Jean L. Hays, the Friday Fictioneers are at it again. Check out all of their stories here. Thanks for reading.
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Honie Briggs 
perfect and elegant!
Dear Honie, You are so funny! Love your story and I have a relative named Bubba! love it, Nan 🙂
😀 Nan!! You give the best compliments.
I liked this alot! Jethro needs to plan ahead a little more…
Thanks RG. Jethro can’t keep his ducks in a row.
Hahahahaha! Yeah, guess so, I reckon. 😀
Your absence was keenly felt, Stephanie. Also, it seems your writing has gotten stronger. It was good before, but it’s even better now! What’s your secret?
Anyway, terrific story! Five Bondo cans. 😉
Essays. Lots and lots of essay. This semester I’ve been perfecting the autobiographical, qualitative research technique. No, seriously, that’s what it’s called. HA! Thanks for the kind comment. It’s funny, my first car was held together with Bondo.
Dear Stephanie,
You made me laugh. Well at least they got out of the house. Didn’t go nowheres but out. Great piece of writing…as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Rochelle,
That is absolutely my most favorite thing to hear, that I made you laugh.
Going Nowheres Fast,
Stephanie
Hey … This happen to us when we were much younger. Only the name change to protect the guilty, ha.
Cabin fever or muddin’ in a station wagon?
Dear Honie,
“Shut up, Bubba.”
I loved this story for its down home quality and homespun characters. A perfect take on the prompt and a funny story to boot.
Aloha,
Doug
Jethro and Bubba are about as homespun as they come. I’m pleased you enjoyed their story.
Love the names! Love the place! I even love the storm!
Love your comment!
I’m falling out of my chair laughing. This is great, Honie. You’re a writer after my own heart. I think I’m related to at least one of these guys (probably both).
Well, that’s a picture right there! Hope you didn’t bruise anything. No kidding, the man who performed our wedding ceremony was called Bubba. I think his “given name” was Eugene, but on our marriage license it says, Bubba Justice.
“Shut up, Bubba.”…ahahahaha!
Still laughing? You are too funny.
Great story, nicely written.
Claire
Thank you, Claire.
Ah.. I think finishing a project require you have dotted all the i’s..
True. Jethro got a little ahead of himself.
I’m not sure Bubba and Jethro are going to stay friends for much longer cooped up like that. I’d be interested to know what secret Jethro has hidden out there.
His super, duper snow plowing, ditch digging, retrofitted hunk of junk, of course.
It would take us 20 years to get 64″ of snow. Maybe longer…
I was in NY once when Buffalo got 81 inches. Talk about cabin fever!
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. 🙂
Damn that Bubba, with his flair for the obvious. 😉
There’s always a minor detail that’s forgotten in the grand scheme of things. 🙂
The devil’s in the details.
I want that car.
(No doubt the boys will reconfigure that car engine to run on some alternative fuel source…..livestock in the barn may be making a mess…and it has to go somewhere….)
Right! They won’t be caught unprepared next time. Necessity being mother of invention, don’t ya know. HA!