So, what sort of unadulterated douche does it take to not play Friday Fictioneers in “like, forever,” only to return, and then not plunk down the maximum 100 word allotment, but rather (2) 100 word installments instead?
We’ll just have to wait and see.
Here is this week’s 2-parter (if you’re really militant about the word count, just shut up and read the first part only, already!)
I hope you enjoy, I hope you play along, and I hope you get back to me with how you feel I can improve!
And to those of you who read along regularly, #1 – thanks!, and #2 – I apologize for having this week, two “dialogue-only” posts, back-to back!
Copyright -John Nixon
Now, where did I place it?
Just a moment Geoffrey, I’m attempting to locate my rapt-scallion key!
Oh my, Geoffrey, you’re so pedestrian, really. Dear boy, I couldn’t very well say God-damned-able, now could I? Certainly not in front of a mere child!
Sir, I’m not a chi…
Shush now lad, help me search!
But sir, it’s directly behind you.
Yes sir, protruding from your back, actually.
By Jove! Right you are m’boy, right you ARE! Now, why do you suppose…
Sir. Please not again… We’re toys sir.
The devil you say!
The devil, I don’t.
We are toys. Just like we were yesterday sir.
My dear boy, I do believe your lid is positively flipped.
Sir, you have a KEY sticking OUT of your BACK!
Well… isn’t that just a very British thing to do?
No sir. It’s a very wind-up toy thing to do.
Oh, fine. GodDAMNed!
I’m terribly sorry sir.
No need m’boy, no need! So, I suppose I’ll wind down then?
And I’ll have forgotten I was a toy next go-round as well?
I pray not, sir. This conversation IS becoming a tad bit monotonous.
Today’s tune is more than just a musical accessory to a toy trapped within it’s own short-term memory. Today’s tune, TMI be damned, could have almost have been my theme song, at quite a number of points throughout my life. In short, today’s tune is important…