OLWG · writing

Zozo Writers- Leonard’s Fetish

Written in 20 minutes, with the Carrizozo Writers

Leonard was beginning to feel that urge again. His needs were becoming more frequent, and that concerned him just a bit. The time between his first and his second had been almost a year. There was no way he could go that long between episodes these days. He could barely wait two weeks anymore. He knew that he had to act now and, It had only been ten days since the last time. It was only getting worse.

He had a break coming soon and when Melissa came to relieve him at the register for his fifteen minutes he would set the plan into motion. He could barely conceal his anticipation. He was impatient with the customers. He had to control himself. Finally he saw her making her way across the store, she was lingering by the cosmetic counter.

Damn it, girl, he thought to himself, get over here.

When she finally arrived he rung up a “no sale” without saying a word. He pulled his drawerand watched as she signed into the register and he headed to the back room. He locked up his drawer and proceeded directly to Hanson’s office. He knocked and fidgeted nervously waiting for an answer.

“Come in,” Mr Hanson intoned from behind his desk.

Leonard reached out and grasped the worn brass knob on the door. It felt chill in his hand he spun it and pushed.

“Leonard, come in,” Hanson rose from his chair and beckoned. “What can I do for you?”

“I wonder, sir if I could work the night shift next week? I seem to have let my big mouth get the better of my common sense and volunteered to do some work with the church during the day, only next week. I know, it was stupid, but it’s a good cause. My days will be busy, but I can still come in here at night. I could work the registers till ten and then do stocking until midnight. I’m sorry to ask, sir, but I’m needed in the remodel of the Widow’s and Orphan’s Shelter.”

”Of course, Leonard. Your community involvement is an inspiration.”

Leonard was ecstatic. He could spend time in the storage room with the naked mannequins when no one was around.

I used the prompts:

  1. only if no one’s around
  2. naked mannequin

OLWG · writing

Zozo Writers- Suburban

Written in 10 minutes, with the Carrizozo Writers

Jimmy stood in the lot shooting the shit with Brandon and Eileen. Eileen was whining about her husband and how she just knew he was carrying on with lots of other women. Cheatin’ Bastard.

Brandon was talking about the game he had watched yesterday and how Cooper should never have tried to run the ball, a pass was definitely called for and Jones was open in the end zone. A couple pulled their old sedan to the curb and walked onto the lot. Jimmy watched them, he waited, it was his turn and he knew that neither Brandon or Eileen would try and horn in on his sale.

Finally , Jim pulled on the lapels of his sports jacket and headed over to the punters who were dallying over a monkey-shit brown Suburban with low mileage and an inflated price displayed in giant red letters on the windscreen.

“Hiya, folks,” Jimmy hollered when he was still twenty feet away. “You guys looking for a good used car?” The question was redundant because why else would they be in a used car dealership?

“That’s a fine one you’ve got your eyes on, and it’s priced to sell. The boss wants it off the lot, quick. It costs money to keep a car on the lot too long.

“How much are you looking to spend?”

I used the prompt- ‘fast talking’

Random Scribbles · writing

Meetin’ at the Crossroads

Bob stepped from the garage into the utility room. Marie was in the kitchen.

“Jesus Bobby, you finally made it home? Do you know what time it is? Ya coulda called. Fuckin’ dinner is ruined.”

Bob grabbed her around the waist, dipped her and kissed her. Corny as hell and he knew it but, Marie was a romantic, “Sorry baby, I lost track of time. Whaddaya got to eat? I got one more meetin’ tonight but it shouldn’t take too long.”

Marie melted, “The roast is beyond hope but, I can rustle up a scramble. Potatoes, eggs and bacon pretty quick honey. Will that work?”

“Sounds great babe, you get started and I’ll get my stuff for the next meeting.” He turned her loose and headed to his office. He opened the safe and pulled out the contract proposal. Put it into his briefcase. Then he rifled through the file but, there was nothing here he didn’t know. He decided to take it with him anyway and placed it into the case as well. The file fit neatly below the contract proposal.

Back to the kitchen Marie was finishing up his bacon and egg scramble.

He scarfed, “That was awesome baby. Can you wait up for me? My meetin’s at midnight. I should be back by half twelve.”

“I’ll be up Bobby. I’ll be waitin’ for ya.”

He kissed her again and went back into the garage, pressed the button on the key fob popping the trunk open. The briefcase dropped neatly into the back of his black Cadillac Coupe De Ville and he gently closed the trunk. The remote opened the garage door, so he started the car and backed out into the street. Accelerating quickly away from the house he grinned at the smell of brimstone permeating the dark, narcotic night air and grinned.


The crossroad was dark when Bob arrived. What the hell was he doing setting up meetings here in the middle of the night? That kid was never gonna show. I’ll give him 15 minutes Bob thought to himself and then I’m outta here. Ten minutes later he was thinking that the kid wasn’t gonna show and he shoulda stayed at home with Marie. Two minutes after that, he saw headlights comin’ in from the east. As it drew near Bob saw a Mustang, convertible with the top down.

“OK” he thought “the kid’s got class,” and he got out of his caddy.

The lone occupant of the mustang got out of his car and they walked together to meet at the center of the crossroads.

The mustang driver was just a kid and he nodded at Bob.

Bob nodded back, “So ya wanna be a writer kid?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” said the kid.

Bob set his briefcase on the hood of the Coupe De Ville, opened it and took out the contract. He turned to the back page and said, “sign here.”