Written for OLWG# 279
Marty woke up cold.
It was still dark out.
“What time is it?”
POP, POP, POP, POP,POP,POP
She threw the blanket back,
sat up, and spun on the edge of the bed
to pull on her slippers.
POP POP POP
She could see the glow of the kitchen light down the hall.
POP, POP,POP
“Damnit, Pat!” She yelled,
“You went back to that discount firework stand, didn’t you?”
She padded down the hall and there sat Pat.
Eating white powder doughnuts and drinking beer;
lighting Black Cats with a punk and tossing ‘em out the window.
POP, POP,POP POP
“What time is it?” Marty hollered.
“Donuts? Did you buy doughnuts?
What the fuck?”
Pat lifted the box of doughnuts and offered ‘em to Marty
Tossed a few more Black Cats out.
POP, POP,POP,POP
Marty reached for the box of pastries,
“Don’t you have any whisky?” she asked.
Pat’s head shook – side to side,
“No hard stuff left.
Only beer. You wanna play?”
POP
This week’s prompts were:
- soft liquor
- discount fireworks
- when I’m fast asleep
That was kind of cute and funny. I could see it in my brain. The neighbors must LOVE those two!
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HA! These are fun.
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Great! come back. I miss you.
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Some states you can’t do that kind of Pop-pop, pop.
I remember being in St. Louis one time hearing Pop, pop out the window…
(not a good neighborhood – they were gun shots!!)
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