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    Because I deliberately never do what you ask me to:

        "So who were those men anyway?" asked the woman at the window who'd been nursing the same grog all evening.
         "Dunno," grunted the barkeep.  "Never seen 'em before.  Not locals."
         "I don't think they was together," slurred the old drunk in the corner. "Them younger two, they was here first, and they got mighty red when that third fella walked in!"
         The barkeep's wife, who was dusting the goblets above the bar, began to cackle.  "Ooh, look who's talking about turning red!  Your nose is redder than them roses outside the window!"
         The young couple at the bar laughed and took a swig from their frosty mugs.  "All the same, I'm thinking they meant trouble," said the woman, "and I'm glad they left."  "Oh, I dunno," said her husband, "The first two seemed nice enough.  They was asking me all about getting through some swamp or another.  It was that third guy..."  
         "Well what kind of folk's got business running around swamps in the first place?" shouted the woman at the window.
         "Lots of folks, I guess."
         "All the same," murmured the barkeep, "they had a few choice words for each other.  "Whatever's happening now, I'm glad it's going on outside the bar."
         "Right," said his wife.  "The Startled Duck is a respectable establishment!"  Now everyone roared with laughter.

    Saint, n. A dead sinner revised and edited. - Ambrose Bierce

    by pico on Thu May 02, 2013 at 06:03:57 PM PDT

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