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Some more writing

I have some writing in my "regular" blog (http://scarlett156.blogspot.com/) -- including a page devoted to so-called "flash fiction" (http://scarlett156.blogspot.com/p/my-flash-fiction-page-flashfriday...).

Here is a very short story I wrote for a friend who needed it for an assignment at class. It's pretty rough, but my friend liked it.

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Story #2 (c) 2009 by ME

I was with my friend Nick. We had walked down to a bar from his house and had a couple of drinks and we were walking back up to his place now; it was about 11 p.m. or so. We had walked on the street to get down to the bar but on the way back he wanted to cut through this big field. As we were walking through the field he said, "Hang on just a second," and he goes running up to this one fence—there were all these houses whose back yards were across the alley from this field. He goes up to this one fence, a big chainlink fence, and he starts kicking it. In a second or two this big Doberman comes flying out and jumps up against the fence, barking like crazy. It's jumping against the fence and snarling and going nuts, and meanwhile Nick has moved to where he's standing behind the next-door fence which is a privacy fence.

After a few more seconds a guy yells out from the house, "Fargo, you better SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" The dog stops barking but it stands there whining and pacing back and forth.

I go up to Nick and he sees me and says, "Get behind the fence here!"

I say, "What the fuck are you doing, man? Let's go!"

And he says, "No, I'm gonna fix it so this dog don't bark at me no more! That guy's got a sweet ass racing bike he keeps in his shed, I'm'a go in there after I fix this dog and take it!"

And in a minute he kicks the fence again and the dog goes crazy barking at him and jumping on the chainlink and stuff. So this time the man yells at "Fargo" to stop it again and the dog keeps barking, so the man comes out and starts hitting the dog with a newspaper because he thinks it's just barking at nothing, right?

After the guy goes back in Nick kicks the fence again. The dog circled around and growled, but it didn't bark anymore. "See?" Nick said. "Fixed him."

I was like, "Man, you are fucking stupid."

So the next weekend I gave Nick a call and asked him if he wanted to hang out and he seemed sort of reluctant. He said, "Eh… I got some stuff to do, I'll pass."

That made me curious because we usually hang out every Friday. I said, "Ok, man, but can I come over and get my ski boots? I might want to go up this weekend if you don't want to do anything," and he said, "Sure, I guess."

So I go over there and he opens the door but doesn't say "come in" or anything, and I could tell he had been looking for my ski boots because when he opened the door I saw junk from the hall closet laying all over the floor—but my ski boots were actually in his garage, not in the house. (I knew that, he didn't.) I said, "I think they're in the garage."

He had to let me in the garage and I saw he was walking kinda funny, sort of stiff. I said, "What happen, Nick? You hurt your back?" and he just sort of grunted. I got my ski boots and as we were walking back outside I "accidentally" bumped the end of one of the boots against his ass, and he jumped about a mile, and yelled, "OWWW!!"

I started laughing and said, "Hey, man, did you get you a nice new racing bike? Gonna go out bike ridin this week?"

He got all pissed off and said, "Get the fuck out of here, man!"

After I got back home I called Nick's brother, Allen, who lives about a mile from my house, and asked him if something was wrong with Nick. Allen told me that somehow Nick had got in a tangle with a big dog and it had bit him in the ass really bad; in fact Allen had had to take Nick to the emergency room for stitches.

"Yeah," Allen said in this sort of wondering voice like he couldn't understand how Nick could have got into a situation where he would have got bit in the ass by a dog. "Forty stitches he had to get. He was bleedin like a bastard! He couldn't drive himself because he was in so much pain."

"How'd it happen?" I asked (playing dumb of course).

"He said he was just out for a walk and this dog came out of nowhere. It was a stray or somethin I guess…? Anyway, it fixed him good!"

I had to get off the phone after that because I didn't want for Allen to hear me laughing.

(for Simpson of RE, 12/09/09)