This piece was written for OLWG#158
Carlos took the seat across from Alex and Rosario. “Are you guys comfortable? Can I get you anything? I got chips and salsa. I got coca colas. I got beer. What do you want? There’s a place just up the street that makes really good tortas. Eh, want one?”
Rosario tugged on her short skirt, as it kept riding up, something about the flat seat and the straight backed chair. She shook her head, no.
Alex rubbed his beard and watched Carlos watch him. Finally he shook his head, “no gracias señor.”
Carlos waved at the barman, “Sácame una fría.” The man hopped to and Carlos leaned forward resting his chin on an open hand. The three sat in silence until Josephina delivered a napkin wrapped Bohemia to the table. He watched her walk away and then turned his attention back to Alex and Rosario. He picked up the beer, “What, exactly is it that you kids want from me, eh?”
Rosario kept pulling on her skirt. She cleared her throat and as she was about to speak, Alex interrupted her…
“Well, sir. We heard, that is we understand that, uhm you might be able to…” he paused.
“Peyote,” Rosario blurted out suddenly, “we want peyote. We want lots of peyote and we think that you can help us with that.”
The prompts were:
- put your elbows on the table
- this will take you there