One of my best friends (who, for semi-anonymity’s sake, I shall refer to as “Guam”) and I constantly email one another at work. Many days the emails are simple, and follow the typical email between friends:
Guam: Hey, man. How was your weekend?
Adverbial: Pretty good, bro. Went out with people on Saturday, cleaned the apartment on Sunday – how about you?
Guam: Fooled around with your sister.
Adverbial: Dude.
However, when we are feeling extra creative, we will sometimes write a story between the two of us. Guam will write one part, sometimes stopping mid-paragraph, then I will immediately pick it back up, add my part, and send it back to him, etc, etc.
We have done a number of these, but only a few have survived the multiple email deletions over the past couple years. Look for more of these in the future…
Oh, and they completely and utterly stink. And are incomplete. Consider this “filler.”
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Robert Headrow stepped out from under the awning, glancing to his left and right before moving out into the rain. He let the drops begin to soak his hair as he glared at the blinking neon sign of Howard’s Club.
He let his eyes drop to survey the crowd milling in front, smoking their soggy cigarettes and blowing smoke into the damp night air. He walked across the empty street towards a lady wearing a scarlet dress; her black hair cascading down her shoulders.
“Katerina,” Headrow huffed. “This is for you.”
He stuck his hand into the folds of his trench coat; she recoiled, mouth agape. Headrow pulled out a gleaming silver pen and a leather-bound journal with frayed yellow pages.
“From Jonathon,” he stated, staring straight at her with cold eyes.
“You didn’t even know how much he loved you. How do tramps like you sleep at night?”
Headrow tossed the items onto the wet pavement at her feet and turned into the spitting wind, pulling the edges of his collar close around his ears for warmth.
“Bobby, wait!” Katarina called after him.
“For what?” Headrow wheeled around, seething. “An apology? What the hell kind of good would that do? Do me a favor, you miserable bitch, curl up and die. It’d only be fair.”
He started to turn away, but then turned back and got within two inches of her face.
“You’re the reason he’s dead.”
Katerina’s slap caught Headrow’s left cheek. Stunned, he grabbed her wrists and wrenched her close to him.
“I’ll scream!” she exclaimed.
“I don’t care. I owe him that much after what I did,” Headrow spat vehemently.
Fin?
buffaloplaid said
it’s fun to try and guess who said what. i think i have a pretty good idea, but you two are so similar… crazy.