Written Thursday, in 20 minutes, with the Carrizozo group.
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It had been more than ten years since Marie had seen Randy. She took a second look, and sure as shit, it was Randy sitting in “The Grind” coffee shop. What the fuck was he doing in her coffee shop? What the fuck was he doing in Gallup? This is the last place she thought Randy would come. Randy was not a fan of New Mexico. He hated spicy food. He hated the desert and hated people who didn’t speak English at home. What the fuck was he doing in Gallup?
How could he come here? Gallup was where she had come to get away from Randy and all of his fucked up friends.
She stepped away from the counter and walked over to where he sat. Where he sat, talking to some chick.
“No Anna Lee,” he said. “It’s not like that. Not like that at all. The whole is worth more than the sum of its parts.”
Marie stopped next to the table that Randy shared with that chick, Anna Lee was her name. Without an introduction or a prologue of any sort, she stood facing him, “You are so full of shit, Randy,” she said, “Are you still using that line about ‘the gestalt is now,’ and how we must seize the present if we are ever to understand the past? What a load of crap.”
She turned to the chick, “Anna Lee, right?” the girl nodded, “I have some advice for you, and you can take it or leave it. This line he’s feeding you today is the same line he used on me more than ten years ago. He’s probably used it on hundreds of others since he used it on me. It’s crap, though, total crap. Gather up your bag and your jacket. You don’t need this barnacle in your life.”
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The prompts:
- It must have been a dream
- Your world has too many barnacles
- I couldn’t stay
- Doorbell
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 