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It Was a Dark and Stormy Night
#WritcoStoryPrompt60
Was there a point in your life that you wanted to stop, quit, and leave everything behind just to disappear to the point of changing and hiding your identity?
© R Becker
it was a dark & stormy night
I know it was a dark and stormy night because Write Story Prompt 60 put a bean bag on my butt and Meir Shnedrick and his four rabbinical students said "Say it was a dark and stormy night. I double dare you, cross your heart and hope to die"
Such is life in the big city
My name is Simon.
I'm a cop
People call me
antidisestablishmentarianism
for short.
My dog feet were dog tired and was tired of hot doggin it
the week felt like Tabasco sauce on ice cream, nice combination if you know what I mean.
I mean,
I don't know what I mean.
There was a knock at the door, a strange thing to happen at a 7 eleven. The maid called Marie Antoinette offered me cake. Then she answered the door.
it was my old old old formerly middle aged friend, Penelope Doormat
Penelope was honest as the day is long that's
the most honest thing most long days say
"Have a seat "
"Simon, this is a 7 eleven."
"Right. As you were."
"Simon
you're in danger"
( A organ sound from a Yamaha 1500 Glad Crime multiple multiples with parallel 5ths.)
I knew the tone of her voice. 57 MHz give or take a few
it spelled rouble
"T-R-O-U-"
"Never mind. What did you have in mind?"
"But you said never mind."
"Never mind that"
" There see? You said it again."
"Penelope. is there a reason you came to see me.?"
"Simon. It's not safe here. You're in a dangerous situation. You have to leave. Immediately.!"
"But why?"
"Haven't you been paying attention?"
"Attention?"
I smirked with a 57MHz smirk.
"Simon. Write co Story Prompt, the female dog, said you had to write @ a time in your life when you wanted to leave everything behind to the point of changing and hiding your identity."
"Write co? That rag? They make me sick!"
"Absolutely. I'm with you."
"Especially that new guy what's his face. Bob Becker. Scum of the Earth he is.
Don't know what's the appeal.. His style is Mickey Mouse."
"Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me. M I c k e y m o"
"Yeah. ok ok. So. what is the plan here?"
"No plan"
"No?"
"No. Just don't write anything."
"I won't get in trouble?"
With a piece of cow bite sizes publication like Write co? Wh cares what they think."
"Right "
House lights dim.
THE END
roll the credits
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Was there a point in your life that you wanted to stop, quit, and leave everything behind just to disappear to the point of changing and hiding your identity?
© R Becker
it was a dark & stormy night
I know it was a dark and stormy night because Write Story Prompt 60 put a bean bag on my butt and Meir Shnedrick and his four rabbinical students said "Say it was a dark and stormy night. I double dare you, cross your heart and hope to die"
Such is life in the big city
My name is Simon.
I'm a cop
People call me
antidisestablishmentarianism
for short.
My dog feet were dog tired and was tired of hot doggin it
the week felt like Tabasco sauce on ice cream, nice combination if you know what I mean.
I mean,
I don't know what I mean.
There was a knock at the door, a strange thing to happen at a 7 eleven. The maid called Marie Antoinette offered me cake. Then she answered the door.
it was my old old old formerly middle aged friend, Penelope Doormat
Penelope was honest as the day is long that's
the most honest thing most long days say
"Have a seat "
"Simon, this is a 7 eleven."
"Right. As you were."
"Simon
you're in danger"
( A organ sound from a Yamaha 1500 Glad Crime multiple multiples with parallel 5ths.)
I knew the tone of her voice. 57 MHz give or take a few
it spelled rouble
"T-R-O-U-"
"Never mind. What did you have in mind?"
"But you said never mind."
"Never mind that"
" There see? You said it again."
"Penelope. is there a reason you came to see me.?"
"Simon. It's not safe here. You're in a dangerous situation. You have to leave. Immediately.!"
"But why?"
"Haven't you been paying attention?"
"Attention?"
I smirked with a 57MHz smirk.
"Simon. Write co Story Prompt, the female dog, said you had to write @ a time in your life when you wanted to leave everything behind to the point of changing and hiding your identity."
"Write co? That rag? They make me sick!"
"Absolutely. I'm with you."
"Especially that new guy what's his face. Bob Becker. Scum of the Earth he is.
Don't know what's the appeal.. His style is Mickey Mouse."
"Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me. M I c k e y m o"
"Yeah. ok ok. So. what is the plan here?"
"No plan"
"No?"
"No. Just don't write anything."
"I won't get in trouble?"
With a piece of cow bite sizes publication like Write co? Wh cares what they think."
"Right "
House lights dim.
THE END
roll the credits
Do not remove this tag under penalty of law.
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