Self indulgent chunk of flash memoir
Memoir. It really should be avoided by all but those with the most interesting, important, timely, or unique stories.
Oh well, tough. I just pulled another old writing exercise out of its box. It’s none of the above. This one’s being set free today because it’s my Superbowl story. It’s also an Ekka story. Does that send you running, screaming in the other direction?
Ros had encouraged me to play with flash pieces: it’s her fault. At least flash memoir is brief.