My computer went tits up last Wednesday and now I'm on a sort of temporary set up just so I can be online. I am the opposite of a happy camper about this. Luckily, I was able to salvage my four stories.
Here is another 100 word short I did a few weeks back. I hope everyone is doing okay and you're making a lot more progress than I am these days. Stay warm, y'all.
BIG BROTHER
Scandal’s ‘Goodbye to You’ warbled through static on his Trans Am’s radio. Mildew beneath the seats stank of old beer and fried food.
“You booze, you snooze, Flair Bear.” The pet name once warmed me, but my older brother fell from idol to scoundrel in my jaded eyes.
“It doesn’t go like that.”
I regretted getting in the car. He reached for the fisted hand on my thigh. I pulled back. His skin, mottled like jasper, told me all I needed to know.
The door protested as I climbed out. “Don’t come back.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“No. You won’t.”
17 comments:
Bummer about the computer! :( At least you were able to save some stuff though.
I'm so sorry about your computer, but you made me LOL for real the way you said it. Hope things get better soon. I've been absent nearly a month myself!
I tell myself that there are just so many jokers in the deck and hope for an ace or two in the near future. I will hope you get a Royal Flush in the days to come. I hate to hear about your computer.
Perhaps things are just about to pick up right around the corner for you. I pray so, Roland
howdy christi!
vivid flash!
hope things get better for you!
that stinks about your computer. But Tits Up is the funniest saying i've ever heard! I'm going to steal it and use it in every day life.
Nice writing, as usual. Perhaps you've noticed that I've joined you in hermitland? For some reason, I'd rather have my eyeballs gouged out than blog. Hope it passes soon. For both of us. :)
Don't hermit yourself away. Come out. Love is always outside a closed door.
sorry to hear about your computer; that's the worst :(
Oh nos! I am so so sorry about your computer, Christi! *HUGS*
In celebration of your bloggyversary and also the times me and Nick totes used to invade your blog space we should have a comments party. OH WAIT. I THINK WE ALREADY ARE.
*DANCES* *KICKS OFF SHOES*
*throws confetti*
Don't look now but I think a girony is eating the upholstery!
*BATS AWAY WITH SPARE HAT* *SWTICHES ON GAGA*
Remember when our comments were like totally educated and stuff?
Screw educated we have funs. Also hugs. Lots of hugging happens lately.
No but, like, we would totally be all OMG NO I DO NOT AGREE AND HERE IS MY THUSLY FORMULATED RESPONSE. I am sure.
*dances*
Indoodlepoodle. I don't know. I don't even comment that much anymore to be honest, so I think maybe tweetspeak has just overtaken my internets.
*switches to waltz music* *dances*
Loved your posts! Have bookmarked you to read more from you! Cheers!
Your short story sorta hit me in a sensitive spot. I have an older brother that feel the same way about. Needless to say it's really well written. Definitely hit like an arrow.
-Gen
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