tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post5930514994769969239..comments2024-02-05T01:49:05.302-05:00Comments on Creative Bloomings' Flashy Fiction Friday: HauptBrokenWalt Wojtanikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723314300320671675noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-66697866043640592782010-03-04T22:38:01.787-05:002010-03-04T22:38:01.787-05:00Walt, that was evil poetry in motion. Awesome!Walt, that was evil poetry in motion. Awesome!Wendy Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06240583852940769313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-59170647331383774272010-02-24T23:10:02.902-05:002010-02-24T23:10:02.902-05:00Jeremy Haupt winked, walked away from my car and i...Jeremy Haupt winked, walked away from my car and into his future. I'll never see him again. From that moment on, I was Haupt-Broken.<br /><br />I sat behind the wheel not knowing what to do. As my eyes welled with tears, the sting became sweet pain. I wiped across them with the back of my left hand as I reached for the ignition key with my right.<br /><br />The rev of the engine was loud. I appreciated that fact as I shifted into gear and turned the car down the street in the opposite direction from where Jeremy tread.<br /><br />"I'll show him" I thought as I made a left on Leftwich.<br /><br />"Who needs him?" I said aloud as I cornered to the left near the park.<br /><br />I was accelerating, nearly airborne, as I sped down the block along Merrin Boulevard.<br /><br />There he was, the pompous ass, not a care in the world as he checked his reflection in the storefront window of Good Hardware.<br /><br />I don't know why I did it, but I honked the horn. I guess I wanted to get his attention.<br /><br />No, as a matter of fact, I wanted to see the complete terror on his face as he bounded off the front bumper of my car and into the air.<br /><br />Jeremy landed in a heap along the curb, as I high-tailed it out of there. He faded into memory and my rear view mirror.<br /><br />"Haupt-broken my ass" I laughed. "You're Haupt-dead!"<br /><br />So much for his future.Walt Wojtanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02649275109990415030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-21219455075096369792010-02-24T23:07:45.617-05:002010-02-24T23:07:45.617-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Walt Wojtanikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02649275109990415030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-46621002229226129392010-02-24T20:14:05.468-05:002010-02-24T20:14:05.468-05:00I closed the book and threw it across the room. Fo...I closed the book and threw it across the room. For real? Haupt-broken?<br /><br />"What's the matter, hun?" My mom asked from the kitchen.<br /><br />"Reading."<br /><br />"Isn't reading supposed to be quiet?"<br /><br />"Normally," I admitted.Heather Hansenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13814444108289873041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642076166796902853.post-17125356963889577192010-02-24T08:53:59.084-05:002010-02-24T08:53:59.084-05:00Completely audacious and shameless pun. I love it....Completely audacious and shameless pun. I love it. Nicely done, B.Loren Eatonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12488412683340389286noreply@blogger.com