I have, as I'm sure many of you have noticed, become fond of writing silly drabbles. So here is another. Tell me if you get tired of them and want a change---and plz feel free to give fic/plot suggestions.
I own nothing of course. Plz R&R!!!
Michael Scofield was nearly inhuman in the different things he had been able to accomplish.
He had given up a wonderful life, great apartment, and secure career to spend three years planning a thorough and complex breakout. He had initiated said breakout by 'robbing' a bank. He had even fired shots into said bank's ceiling.
He had manipulated the worst of the worst of criminals: rapists, murderers, and mob-bosses, to get the things and people he needed to make his insane plan work. He had dug underneath a maximum-security prison. He had freed seven convicts, himself included.
He had made his way from Illinois to New Mexico and back, and back again to the south, all the way to Panama.
Yes, he had done many an amazing thing.
And he knew this to be true. He also knew, although he would never admit it aloud, for modesty's sake, that he WAS in fact technically a genius. And he had eyesight that would make a normal man go crazy.
Yes, Michael Scofield knew he was multi-talented…or was it multi-gifted? Blessed, perhaps?
He wasn't sure.
But no amount of talent, gift, skill, or God's hand coming down from heaven itself could prepare Michael for what he was now up against.
All for a woman. The genius, the convict, the master-escape artist, was now left completely lost….because of Sara.
But God knew he loved her. And so, he swallowed the lump in his throat and faced the new (though not exactly what he would call exciting) challenge that lay before him.
His hand reached forward, and a nervous finger tapped the saleswoman on the shoulder.
"Um, Ma'am? What exactly is the difference between Tampax and Kotex?"
Laugh Riot ensues from author. If only all men were as brave as dear Michael!!!