Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' - all are welcome here! Every Friday, we do a fun free-write. For fun. And Freedom!
Write whatever you want in the 'comments' section on this blog post. Play as many times as you like. #breaktheblog! You have two minutes (give or take a few seconds ... no pressure!). Have fun. The more people who play, the more fun it is. So, tell a friend. Then send 'em here to read your 'two' and encourage them to play.
I get there late and Joey's straight twitching, eyes all bugged out and ruby red. I smile because it was a long car ride and, well, there's no rules to the game. Not really. So, I talk to Joey in a low voice, grumbly-like, all serious - tell him that we got robbed. His money is gone. It just comes out, and then it sits there so we can both look at it. Walk around it and kick the tires.
You didn't get robbed. The look in his eye is like an ice shower. I smile, mind running like a gerbil's heart. Joey is reaching for his back pocket, and I notice there's someone in the corner. Too dark to tell who it is, but it's all bad. That much I know. My mind is slow and I need it to be fast. Fast. I was just kidding man, we're good.
I say it, and it feels like a lie in my mouth, jagged edges. Joey's hand is still behind him, and we stand perfectly still - I know he's weighing the options, but I also know he doesn't really have any.
I may be a lying piece of shit, but I'm the one who knows the man.
Thanks for stopping by! Gonna be a busy day, but, rest assured, I'll be reading everything and commenting as I have time, so check back. Post your pieces on your blogs, telephone poles, passing pedestrians, etc. if you like...it's a fun web o' writing.