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OLWG# 274- The Locket

Written for OLWG# 274

Bulldog Laughlin was not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was always the most tenacious. He was unable to remember a time that he hadn’t loved Barbara. That was why he had agreed to this interview.

Arriving almost two hours early, he waited patiently for Barbara to arrive: rolling cigarettes and sitting in one of the elegantly upholstered wingback chairs. There were four or five crushed-out butts on the concrete floor when she entered the room. Of course, Bulldog recognized her straightaway and rose to pay his respects. She hung back at the door, and one of her people, an older gentleman resembling Col. Sanders, stepped forward.

“Mr Laughlin?” the old man opened.

Bulldog silently nodded his head.

“I’m Buddy Moss,” the man in the white suit continued, “I’m Barbara’s manager. We want to thank you for agreeing to this interview.”

Once again, Bulldog merely nodded. He kept his eyes on Barbara; it was she in whom he was most interested. The rest of these folks were just noise.

“Well, we’ll grab the gear and get set up then,” Buddy said. Barbara smiled at Bulldog as Buddy and his crew left to fetch the cameras and sound equipment.

When it was just the two of them left in the room, Bulldog smiled back at her and asked, “First time here, Barb?”

“Matter of fact, it is, but if I had known you were here, I’d have come sooner. I missed you, Bulldog. Are you really going to give me an interview?”

He shook his head slowly back and forth as he walked closer. Reaching out, he grabbed her necklace and pulled her in close. They kissed deeply and passionately. He pulled her closer, and one of the links broke on the chain. The necklace fell loose and dangled from his right hand as his left curled around her waist and pulled her in tight. He got lost in the feel of her body pressed against his, the floral scent she had always worn. Finally, she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away.

Holding the necklace up, he showed it to her as he slid across the room to the window. “I’m gonna take this with me,” he said, “I’ll see you in another twenty years.” Raising the window, he disappeared through it and into the night, leaving Barbara staring into the inky darkness, and that’s where she was when Buddy came back.

“Where is he?” Moss asked.

Barbara just pointed at the window, “He took my necklace,” she murmured.


This week’s prompts were:

  1. I’m gonna take this with me
  2. Is this your first time here
  3. What are you reading