Blackie 1: "Hey, whattya wanna do?"
Blackie 2: "I dunno. Whattya you wanna do?"
Blackie 3: "Hey, anything dead down there?"
Blackie 4: "Nah. Everything's movin."
Blackie 2: "Hey, youse guys hoid about Blackie?
All: "Nah, what happened?"
Blackie 2: "He got whacked by da Falcons da udder day."
Blackie 3: "Da Peregrine Gang?"
Blackie 2: "Yeah, doze guys. "
Blackie 1: "Hey, I'm gonna get some road kill take-out. Wanna come?"
All: "Yeah, ok sure."
post 961. we are not nicer here.
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I've got a piece in Paragraph Planet! Wrote this piece of 75-word micro
fiction recently after the line about the sun came into my head while just
walking ...
4 days ago
3 comments:
Hahahahaha! I love it! 'He got whacked by da Falcons!' LOL!
Send 'em over. We have plenty of dead things out here in the country.
Perfect! An imaginative, funny piece of "woik"....
Ha! Very funny! I loved it! And why did I actually sound like a brooklyner when I read this???
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