A haiku delayed
Consolation prize! Everyone’s a winner!
Sorry. The disorganized voices in my head refuse to stand in line and give me anything that I could possibly whip into a story even though some of you (you know who you are) keep pestering me to get my butt in gear and actually write. Sometimes the dialog is awkward and entertaining though. At least in my head, but I know you want to know what goes on in my head or else you wouldn’t be here.
<insert petty argument here>
Character 1: I love you, non-romantically, but I mean it, I love you.
Character 2: Oh yeah? Well I love you too. Potentially romantically if circumstances were drastically different.
Character 1: Um…
Character 2: Crap. That was out loud wasn’t it? Like, the whole thing.
Character 1: Nope, didn’t hear a thing.
Character 2: So… anyway, would you hand me the chisel?