AL’S BRAIN AND AUTO REPAIR SHOP

[rayaso]

Idol Minor+, Prompt 1
"There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days"

AL’S BRAIN AND AUTO REPAIR SHOP
Robert J. Thompson, author, raconteur, and man-about-town, strode purposefully into his office and faced off against his laptop.  The key is not to show fear, he thought, and then lifted the lid.  Bright safety-orange letters

Comments

[bleodswean]

LOLOL!!!! I've missed your DROLL, G! And here it is in all its gloriousness once more! I do wonder where Al disappeared to, though.... Fun read and super fantastic to see you here!

[rayaso]

Thank you! It's been a long time since I've written anything, so I was feeling more than a little rusty, but a little Rust Oleum took care of that. Al packed up Rose's brain and headed off for his next dubious endeavor.

[viagra]

I'm just such a fan of you and your work. :) I really really enjoyed this! I almost feel like this is probably ten or twenty years off in our current timeline, the way things seem like they've been going. Which is terrifying, of course. But you have a gift for putting a light-hearted, feel-good veneer over utterly terrifying concepts, and this story was no different. I'm glad to see you doing this with me and can't wait to see what you come up with next!

[rayaso]

. . . and I've always admired your gifts as a writer. I'm glad you're participating. This should be a fun group. Using Rust Oleum to cure writer's block is not that far removed from using bleach or worming medicine as Covid-19 cures, so who knows?

-- I'm sorry, I posted this on 11/1, but as a separate comment, not directly as a reply to your kind comment. I hope this fixes it.

[viagra]

That did fix it! :)