prompt – Page 3 – The D/A Dialogues

Hot Rods and Custard

“Hold on tight baby, we’re going for a ride.” “But Sam, my hair.” “Baby, hair ain’t got nothing to do with it. Jump on and let’s go!” “Fine – are we really going to that dinky little drive in?” “Dinky? Dinky? Only all the best hot-rodders are seen there! We have to go. It’s SaturdayContinue reading “Hot Rods and Custard”

What’s in the box?

A: I think, when I grow up, I want to be Therese McMurphy. D: When you grow up? It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it, A? A: I’m always in the process, D. I mean, when I’m old – I hope I have enough stories. D: You talk to a time-travelling Pict inContinue reading “What’s in the box?”

Man in the Mist

D: I’m what?! A: Muahahaha! D: But they think I’m what?! A: Told you I was going to write today. D: But I’m . . . I’m . . . I can’t say it. A: Play nice, and I’ll bring you back. D: You are intolerable. A: Thanks, D.

Words . . . and more words

D: I can think of a few choice words. A: Can it, D. D: See, there’s your problem. You never use your pretty words with me. It’s always short and terse and generally dismissive. I love words too, you know. A: . . . D: I do. A: (Sigh) I know you do, D. IfContinue reading “Words . . . and more words”

To the very last

A: Only 1,339 words left! D: Think you’ll make it, A? A: You bet your mother-goddess worshiping Druid arse! D: Is this a thing with you? A: (Snicker). Just wait. It gets better. D: You terrify me sometimes, you know that? A: Only sometimes? Hm. Need to work on that. D: Lovely. Did you haveContinue reading “To the very last”

Save Ionia, Save the World

D: Rodrigo? A: That’s what you have to complain about, D? The name of the Squirrel Commandant? D: It’s just that there’s so much, A. A: . . . D: Fine, it’s a lovely tribute, A. We all love Ionia and honestly I can’t imagine anything better than a war fought with cupcakes. There. AreContinue reading “Save Ionia, Save the World”

Ordeal by headache

A: Migraine, migraine, go away, and please don’t come another day. D: You call that poetry, A? A: Nothing I do is poetry, D – I’m bad at it on a good day, and today is not that day. D: I tremble to ask if you did anything of worth this day? A: Watched theContinue reading “Ordeal by headache”