Let’s Scatter Gene

“Hi, it’s me, you’ll never guess what.”
“What, Ethel.”
“You didn’t guess.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake! How can I guess if you don’t at least give me a clue?”
“I got something from Gene in the mail.”
“Gene’s dead.”
“I know Gene’s dead! But, I got a box from him.”
“He’s been gone for three years, so what’s in the box?”
“I think it’s Gene.”
“Open the box.”
“I’m afraid, can you come over?”

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“Evans Funeral Home sent it, not Gene, Ethel.”
“Where should we scatter him?”
“His favorite place of course, Lottie’s Pub.”

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Always fun when Rochelle chooses one of my photos for the prompt at FridayFictioneers. I took this when I was helping a friend move things to storage. It’s not Gene in the box, btw. To read other stories prompted by this image, click on the Frog…

3 responses

  1. Sounds like the perfect place to scatter his ashes! Good work Ted.

  2. But downwind, I hope, so the ashes don’t go into the beer

  3. Good job you are so talented. Poor Ethel I just need to know is Ethel a blonde? Just asking for a friend.’

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