I duck into the nearest bar. Have to lay low and sing small for a while. But a Karaoke fight breaks out. In the confusion, the DJ passes the microphone to me.
“……but I did not shoot the Deputy…..”
Damn. Cover blown.
Outlaw
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Amy Bee regularly writes for the Sacramento News & Review and her work has appeared in Salon, NANO Fiction, Indiana Voice Journal, and The Manifest-Station. When she isn’t writing, Amy likes to backpack long distances and marinate in her constantly nagging existential worries. Find her worries at www.lionbythetail.com and her backpacking at www.mountainsforbreakfast.com View all posts by Amy Bee
Hahaha just couldn’t help yourself!!! 😉
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*giggle* 🙂
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I hate it when a Karoke fight breaks out when I’m trying to lie low. Why can’t they do it when I’m there for some fun?
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Exactly!
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Love your humor. I have a clear picture of that Karaoke fight…swinging saloon doors, flying bottles and all.
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Thanks! Jeez, those Karaoke singers are so volatile!
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I shot the Sheriff!
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Absolutely perfect! I love this story.
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-Daniel, a Short Tale Shrew contributing editor
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Thanks, I will!
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