A couple things before the story:
First of all, I’ve just launched a t-shirt line called Fiction T’s, which have some of the Green-Walled Tower’s best flash fiction on the back. There are a few Friday Fictioneers stories among them as well. Check out the store here, or click on this link to see the post about them. Reblog or share that post before next Wednesday and I will enter you to win one of the shirts.
Second, last weekend I took a trip down to Kansas City and met with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and Marie Gail Stratford. It was a great chance to chat about writing and other random things. Hopefully I can get the chance to meet other Fictioneers down the road sometime.
Now, on with the story. I waffled a lot on this picture before settling on this story. Click the links if you don’t get the references.
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Ad-dicted
“I did the Dew.” His hands trembled. “Nike made me. ‘Just do it,’ they kept whispering.
“Volkswagen told me to Think Small, so I sold my house and lived in a cardboard box. IMAX told me to Think Big, so now I live in a refrigerator box. I only eat McDonald’s hamburgers.”
“Because you’re loving it?”
He nodded. “I ate 82 yesterday.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Impossible is nothing.” He shuddered. “I need help.”
“I might not be the best one for that,” I said, producing a brochure. “But if you get a car again, remember: you’re in good hands with Allstate.”
The Green-Walled Tower 