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OLWG#64- Read It Four Times

Playing with punctuation here The title of this piece is a quote from Faulkner giving advice on how to read his mispunctuated manuscript

Written for OLWG#64

We were sitting in the shade of the wide covered porch, not on the swing we weren’t courting or anything we were just friends but we occupied a couple of wooden rockers that my Grandfather had made years ago they were starting to get loose and I’d been thinking about regluing or rescrewing or whatever I had to do to make them last another 50 years

I’d brought out a bottle of cheap tequila with two jelly jar glasses and sat ‘em on a mismatched table between us she picked up the bottle with her right hand and filled one of the glasses about a third of the way up keeping the bottle in her grasp she downed the drink with her left hand before immediately refilling the jelly jar that she had claimed as her own only this time it was filled about halfway she pounded that one down just like she had the first one she poured a third

You might wanna go easy with that, Darlene I said you’ll feel like shit in the morning

Yeah maybe but I’ll feel better tonight she replied and she swallowed the third one down

What’s got you in such a tizzy I reached for the bottle and poured a bit in a jar for myself


OK I said and drank my shot I put the bottle back on the misfit table

You remember a couple of months ago when I went to the river fishing with Larry she held up her empty glass to the porch light and studied it as she reached for the bottle again

No not really I answered her

Well we stayed overnight at the fish camp the story continued now I’m not blaming him or anybody else for that matter it was all consensual and everything

There was a long pause and she poured another tequila I figured I knew what was coming she threw the drink back

Shit Billy she said I’m late I don’t know what I’m gonna do

I reached out and took the bottle from her set it down on the wooden boards beneath my rocker then you really better go easy on that, Darlene

I reached over and took her hand her jar slipped from her grasp and clattered on the deck we sat together that way late into the night

This week’s prompts were:

  1. beat poets
  2. go easy with that, Darlene
  3. in the desert



OLWG · writing

OLWG #43 – Sounds of Country Music Coming Through the Door

Written for OLWG #43

Jill pounded on the screen door, “Marnie , Marnie? You home Marnie ? Awww, c’mon Marn I know you’re there; your car’s in the driveway and I can hear that country music you always play.” She stopped hollering and stepped back from the door – waiting. After awhile she opened the screen door open and pulled herself up on the hard wooden postern that served as the last barrier between herself and her friend’s kitchen. She peeked in the high window and saw Marnie  sitting at the drop leaf table. The chair was turned sideways to the gaily painted yellow table and Marnie was there with her eyes half closed and her head leaned against the wall. A cigarette burned between the fingers of her left hand. Near her right hand sat a coffee mug. An ash tray, piled high, and a half empty bottle of Old Pogue was in the middle of the table.

“God damnit Marnie, you know, I can see you. Open the door!” She kept looking through the window and watched as her friend shook her head and pulled herself off the chair. Marnie dragged herself to the door, turned the deadbolt then retraced her steps and and fell back into the chair. Jill took a deep breath and let herself into the kitchen where she closed the door softly behind her.

“What are you doing Marn? It’s not healthy for you to be in here drinking alone. Specially with your history.”

Marnie rubbed her wrist and looked at her friend, “You want a drink, Jill? Then I wouldn’t be drinking alone.” She raised her eyebrows, dropped her cigarette on the floor and crushed it into the linoleum with the heel of her boot. “No, wait…” she said, “you can’t have a drink. You’re pregnant.” She lifted her face and the girls locked eyes.

“Shit,” said Jill as she dropped her head and looked at the speckled pattern of the linoleum tiles, “when did he tell you?”

“He told me this morning and you know what? You can have him. I don’t want him anymore. He’s nothing to me. Will you get out of my house now?”

Jill reached out her hand and touched Marnie’s forearm, “I’m so sorry, Marnie. We didn’t mean… I never meant to hurt you. It just happened. Almost like an accident.”

“That’s rich, Jill. Now get the fuck out. Just leave me alone.”

Jill stood and walked to the back door. As she opened it she stopped and turned, “For what it’s worth – I’m really sorry Marnie.” She stepped out on the back stoop and walked slowly away.

Marnie poured herself another drink.

This week, the prompts were:

  1. Drinking alone, and pregnant
  2. This just isn’t doing it for me
  3. that’s rich

Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.

Random Scribbles · writing

How Friends are Made and Kept


I understand your decision,
If only I’d found you sooner.

You allowed me in, we’re friends.

You introduced me to others,
Now they’re my friends too.

In this way you’re with me always.


For the final challenge here at Trifecta, we considered some flash and dazzle, a wild prompt to send us off with a bang.  What we realized was the most achingly beautiful, haunting and dazzling words we’ve read from our brilliant community have been the ones you chose when you were given the freedom to write with abandon.  So we’re lovingly, and eagerly, placing the choice in your hands.  There’s no topic, no word, just a free write. Go anywhere your mind wants to travel.  Take us there too.  Just make it count, leave your blood all over this page.  Thirty-three words exactly.  Of course.  We couldn’t end it any other way.

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