on the tenth day of BlogFestivus (give me strength)

Troy, the leader of the East Side G’s, lead his gang down the dark street.  They were deep into enemy territory on the south side and it made them jumpy.  The stakes were high, but worth it if it meant controlling more of the city.

The gang turned in the direction of the headquarters of their rivals, The Lords.  They stopped when they saw movement at the other end of the street.  Troy braced himself for a fight and motioned to his guys to get ready.  However, they were wholly unprepared for what happened next.

They saw ten Lords, a-leaping down the street, snapping their fingers, and twirling around lamp-posts.  Then, they lined up and simultaneously dropped to one knee, their arms spread wide, hands splayed out and waving.

Dumfounded, the G’s backed up slowly.  Troy whispered, “Let’s go raid the north side, instead.”

The Lords love jazz hands.  Who doesn’t, right?  Only two more days left to go.  Thank, God.

Be sure to check out the other participants in this insanity:

Blogdramedy (writing challenge instigator)
Shouts from the Abyss
A Few Clowns Short
Rewind Revise
The Original Bean
Becoming Bitter
Words That Rhyme with Purple
Mad Hatters
A Daft Scots Lass
Random Says
Suzanne Forte PR
Slightly Whimsical
Trail Blazer 1
Ivanna Marie
Lenore Diane’s Thoughts Exactly
Diary of a Mad Gay Man