Monologue for this week’s prompt at Tuesday Scribes.
Rainin’ again, ‘s always rainin’
Nowhere particular to go
A caff on the corner there,
Might be nice
Don’t have the scratch though
Nor for “Britney” nor fer fags, neither
Even the dog ends are damp, not fit for nuthin’
‘Oughta find Old Bill
Confess to somethin’
Least I could get dry
Might even get a bite
The Challenge – Internal Monologue
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Like all the slang throughout, very convincing inner dialog of a vagabond or homeless person. Had to look up Britney. This bum is worse off than I thought!
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PS i like the lack of punctuation — is there any punctuation in thought?😊
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Very little, I think.
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This guy really is down his luck. The sense of despair is really strong in the this.
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