mike started a story meme. he picked ten words, wrote a story using them, and tagged a few of us. so, here's my story. but first, the words:
1. pot 2. pan 3. spoon 4. fork 5. knife 6. glass 7. fire 8. water 9. light 10. sink
it was a dark, stormy night.
water poured from the sky, but what we really needed was a real rain to come and wash the streets clean. as i strolled home, soaking it all in, a
pan-handler accosted me for change. i let my hand
sink into my pocket to see if had any. i brushed against my handy kershaw
knife, and thought how i desperately wanted to plunge it into him.
"sorry, man, i don't have any. i barely have a
pot to piss in."
"how about a
light then?" he continued, pressing for anything he could leech.
i knew i was at a
fork in the road. i could give him a light. or, i could see if his alcohol soaked body would catch
fire. i decided on the latter. or was it the former. i always mix those two up. anyway, i lit him a cig and continued on.
i passed a window, and saw a reflection in the
glass of someone following me.
when i woke up, i felt like someone had
spooned a full serving of whoop ass onto my plate. i felt battered and bruised, but nothing was missing.
strange night. maybe someone felt i was some of the debris needing to be washed away. or maybe someone just didn't like the way i walked.
i tag kasey, malissa johnson, kelly brown, and rebecca harp.
