Presenting Dale Rogerson’s photo, everyone. Thanks, Dale.
Dale’s photo here reminded me of something futuristic, so I thought I’d write something science fiction-y. A “thought conversation,” if you please.
Why do I picture this happening to the Sonic Guys, Pete and T.J.?
In the gym cafe, Pete read the thoughts of his buddy Tim ogling the female eye-candy.
“That one’s married … that one has a boyfriend …”
Pete interjected. “Tim, I taught you to read minds, not pry into people’s lives!”
“Dude, you can’t get arrested for what you’re thinking. Look! That girl … she wishes she looked sexier … no kidding! Look at that sorry butt!”
“That Girl” approached Tim, smiled, grabbed his front waistband, took his smoothie and poured it down the inside front of Tim’s pants. “For your information, you’re not the ONLY mind-reader in this gym … you thoughtless TURD!”
My Al Hirschfeld-style characature by Rochelle “Hershfeld” Fields.