Recollection

‘You don’t remember?’ asked Kevin.

‘No,’ whined Tim.

They meandered down the wooden walk.

‘Are you going to tell me what happened?’

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

‘I have no idea; I went somewhere else. Though I don’t know that I would tell you if I knew.’

‘Asshole.’

They traipsed further.

John approached, ‘Quite the night, huh?’

‘Yep,’ they responded.

John smirked, then to Tim, ‘How are you feeling?’

Tim’s eyes narrowed, ‘Fine…’

‘You put on quite the show.’ He took a piece of green elastic fabric from his pocket having the number two and letter ‘x’ adjacent. ‘These were yours, right?’

Tim’s eyes went wide.

Kevin blurted, ‘Oh my!’

And John asked, ‘You don’t remember?’

Calling

I give to you streams of consciousness in eleventy-one words...

I sit on the scorching sand; it cools. Beside me, my long dead dog wags his tongue and tail in juxtaposed rhythm. I’m waiting for something, someone. My mother approaches. ‘Do you know…’ she utters, but her voice halts. She shrugs; a melancholy smile crosses her lips. She snaps, and my dog follows her anticipating dinner. Wind swept whispers follow. I listen to infinite deities speak of truth in languages I’ve never learned. A phone rings; my grandmother’s voice announces, ‘you’ve got a calling.’ I ask who it is. I ask where the phone is. I ask where she is. I don’t think to ask what it is. No response comes. 

Whiskey

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

‘Can I help you?’

‘A table for one, outside.’

‘But it’s pouring.’

‘There are umbrellas.’

‘But…’

‘No more buts. Seat me.’

He led her to a table.

‘Can you please wipe down the chair?’

He did so with a huff.

‘Bring me your best whiskey, neat. And I’ll know if it isn’t your best.’

He returned, placed the glass before her, and remained.

‘Why are you waiting?’

‘Making sure you like it.’ Then to himself, ‘you crazy bitch.’

She dipped her finger in the glass, flicked the drop onto the sidewalk between his legs. It popped like a cap gun.

‘It’ll do.’

He ran into the restaurant.

She chuckled. ‘Ah, whiskey…’