Posts
Prompt:
Write a scene
showing a man and a woman arguing over the man’s friendship with a former
girlfriend. Do not mention the girlfriend, the man, the woman, or the argument.
8:27am (home)
“Hey. Hey.”
“Jesus. Don’t scare me.
”’Hey’ is scaring you?”
“When I’m sleeping, yeah.”
“Where are the car keys?”
“Dresser?”
“Nope.”
“By the T.V.?”
“Nope.”
“Kitchen table?”
“Checked.”
“Black table thingy in the hall?”
“That is where they should be,
but nope.”
“Babe, I dunno. I’m half asleep. Check again.”
“Are these the pants you wore yesterday?”
“Maybe.”
“There in the fucking pocket. Thanks a lot.”
8:34am
“Have a good day.”
“Runningfuckingla-ate.”
“Have a good day.”
“Love you too.”
3:49pm (via text)
Ugggh. It’s been
so busy that I didn’t get a break until just now. How’s your day off?
3:53pm (via text)
Have you ever
encountered a small, then after leaving said smell, continued to smell it
throughout the day?
3:54pm (via text)
What are you up
to?
4:49pm (via text)
Not much. Internet.
Where are the quarters for laundry?
Nvm. Found them.
Have you seen the Frosted Flakes?
We bought some last week, right?
5:50 (via text)
Cnt tlk wrking
nw.
7:01pm (home)
“We can just get something at Jake’s.
I think they have happy hour till 8.
“Whatever you want.”
7:46pm (diner)
“I got sucked into an argument today
about the validity of the Salem Witch Trials.
“Like, did someone think they were valid?”
“No, the burning at the stake. They
weren’t burned they were hung.”
“Oh. Right.”
“The opinion of, ‘Well if it isn’t
true then why would it be repeated throughout history is bull shit. Then I went
back and forth for a while about religion again with someone, I hate and love that
conversation.”
“What kind of conversation?”
“It just fucking irks me how people
can believe in one thing generally and then not do their research. Even Atheists,
they have this belief, there is no god, but then they also refuse to understand
the validity of the existence of people who created the thing they don’t believe
in.”
“Right.”
“I may not believe in it, but it
still exists. I dunno. I may not agree with a lot of shit, but I can’t deny
that, for example, L. Ron Hubbard inadvertently created a religion because
someone who read his book felt like it was their own gospel.”
“Or Jonestown.”
“Yeah.”
“Even Manson. A smattering of folks
found him charismatic enough to kill for.”
“Do I subscribe to what these people
were shilling? No. Do I believe they existed and were influential? Yeah.”
“Well, you couldn’t of subscribed,
there wasn’t the internet yet –
- I deserve that silence coming from your side of
the table.”
“Where’s the salt?”
“Sorry, I was hoarding it.”
“Should’ve known. Very sneaky.”
“So, who was this you were talking
to?”
“When?”
“About the witches.”
“Facebook friends, you know.”
“Ah. And the religion? That was like
a singular convo?”
“Yeah.”
“Who with?”
“Just a friend.”
“Cool.”
11:10pm (home)
“I haven’t seen your precious sugar flakes. I never see them because you
eat them the second they get home from the store.”
“I love a big bowl of Frosted Flakes.
So what?”
“So, they’re fucking probably gone
already and you forgot. Or they’re under the bed, or behind the computer still
open and too stale to eat anyway, just because you soaked them in milk for ten
minutes, doesn’t make them more edible!”
“I’d still eat them.”
“EXACTLY!”
“Are you mad at me?”
“I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t wait
up. I may also take some time and touch myself.”
5:14am (home)
“Is that you?”
“Hnh?”
“Are you awake?”
“Smishmamishma.”
“I can’t stop
thinking about those stupid Frosted Flakes.”
“Youf oun dem?”
“Nevermind.
Goodnoght.”
“Loff yeu too.”
-ClassyB
No comments:
Post a Comment