Fiction Friday
[Fiction] Friday Challenge for December 19, 2008:
Write a short scene, with exactly two characters that involves a terrible Christmas (or similar holiday) present.
| A: | What is it? |
| B: | He called it an “object duh art”. |
| A: | That’s cute. |
| B: | That?! |
| A: | No…that he tried to say it in French. |
| B: | That’s what saved me? |
| A: | What did? |
| B: | His “French” pronunciation…he thought that’s what I was laughing at. |
| A: | OK…so…objet d’art…But what is it? |
| B: | I didn’t have the heart to ask him. |
| A: | Is there a tag? |
| B: | No. |
| A: | Where did he get it? |
| B: | At an art festival. |
| A: | He went to an art festival. |
| B: | Yep. |
| A: | On his own? |
| B: | No. He dragged his friends along with him. |
| A: | You’re kidding. |
| B: | Evidently they stopped at one on the way to one of the games. |
| A: | Now you have to be kidding. |
| B: | He says they were all walking around in football jerseys getting weird looks from the artists. |
| A: | I can imagine. I wish I could have seen that. |
| B: | Me too. |
| A: | So he went to an art festival… |
| B: | Yep…for that. |
| A: | No. Not for that. |
| B: | For what then? |
| A: | If he went an art festival, he went for you. That…was an unintended consequence. |
| B: | … |
| A: | Oh, don’t look so damned giddy. |
| B: | Sorry. |
| A: | So are you going to leave it out? |
| B: | Of course I am. |
| A: | Where? |
| B: | That depends on what it is. |
| A: | … |
| B: | … |
| A: | It might be a pitcher. |
Fiction Friday
This is my first foray back into Fiction Friday in quite a while. Shameful, considering I help run the damn thing.
This didn’t really come out the way I wanted it to, but the no editing this is my own rule…
[Fiction] Friday Challenge for December 12, 2008:
Tell us the story behind this picture:
| Y: | What happened? |
| X: | Oh…just a misunderstanding. |
| Y: | A misunderstanding? That’s it? |
| X: | Well, ok. A big misunderstanding. |
| Y: | Are you going to elaborate? |
| X: | It looks like your going to make me. |
| Y: | No…I’m just… |
| X: | Just what? |
| Y: | I’m your friend right? I’m just making sure you’re ok. |
| X: | I’m fine. It’s really not that big a deal. |
| Y: | Are you sure? You seem…down. |
| X: | I’m sure. He came over last night…he got a little…angry…and he left. That’s all. |
| Y: | So he did it? |
| X: | Yes. But like I said it’s not a big deal. |
| Y: | I hope you kicked him out. |
| X: | No. Like I said, he left. |
| Y: | Are you sure you’re OK? |
| X: | I’m fine. You don’t seem to be hearing me…it’s not a big deal. |
| Y: | How could you say that? You love this place. |
| X: | …huh?… |
| Y: | …Do you get the feeling we’re not talking about the same thing? |
| X: | All the time. |
| Y: | So what are you talking about? |
| X: | He broke up with me last night? |
| Y: | Oh…Why? |
| X: | You. |
| Y: | Me?! |
| X: | You. |
| Y: | What’s wrong with me? |
| X: | You want you and me to be us. |
| Y: | Oh. |
| X: | Thank you for not denying it. |
| Y: | And he could tell. |
| X: | Everyone can tell. |
| Y: | Why did it bother him? |
| X: | He thought that I wanted the same thing. |
| Y: | Oh. |
| X: | … |
| Y: | …Do you? |
| X: | You’ve been wanting to ask me that for two years, haven’t you? |
| Y: | Longer. |
| X: | Yes. |
| Y: | Huh? |
| X: | I was answering your question…Yes. |
| Y: | Oh. |
| X: | You’re nervous. |
| Y: | I know. |
| X: | What were you talking about? |
| Y: | What? |
| X: | Well we’ve established what I was talking about. What about you? |
| Y: | Oh. Your front window is broken. |
| X: | Oh, that… |
| Y: | What happened? |
| X: | Nothing important. Just some kids and a baseball. |
| Y: | … |
| X: | … |
| Y: | So…just a misunderstanding? |
| X: | A big one I’d say. |
| Y: | Quit smirking. |
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