Written in 20 minutes, with the Carrizozo Writers- Raw, unedited, exactly as it flowed through my fingers to the keyboard
“I’ll see you in helllll…” Timmons, the evil landowner, yelled as his fingers slipped from the railing and he plummeted into the abyss.
I stopped typing and adjusted my cheaters to read what I had just written. Then pushing away from the desk, I reached for the glass that still contained a couple drops of whiskey which I leaned back and coaxed down my neck.
Yeah, I thought to myself, that wraps everything into a neat package. I like my bad guys’ dead and this bad guy was gonna have plenty time to think about what awaited him before he was flattened on the rocks below. Now all I need do is get Winston back to the ranch to rescue Amanda. They can live happily ever after.
I was feeling pretty proud of myself when it occurred to me that this drivel I was congratulating myself for was too formulaic, too predictable. It was a load of crap. Immediately, impulsively, I picked up the two hundred and thirty-seven stacked neatly on the desk return and dropped them into the bin. My readers deserved better, and so did I.
Pulling my bottle from the lower desk drawer I poured a healthy shot into the glass. I rolled two sheets of blank paper beneath the platen, put my hands behind my head and considered my story.
Timmons needed to end up with Amanda who, it turns out, has loved him since high school, but had been afraid of expressing her emotions. Now that her true feelings are out they will marry and have a passel of kids who will grow up to be politicians. They will control the county and become even bigger landowners. Winston needs to end up destitute, maybe horribly disfigured, or even, killed in the war, without anyone really caring.
time’s up – step away
- twisted memory
- I deserve better
- I’ll see you in hell