Monday, November 12, 2007

A Bit of Fiction....

I think I'm about to lose Old Man. I had to carry him up the two short steps to the porch today. He's been breathing really hard and I think his little old heart is about to give out. He refused to eat anything but a few bites of boiled chicken today. Of course, I've been saying this for three years.

Well, I can't seem to restrain myself from throwing my roughs up here for everyone to read. It just feels so lonely writing to nobody in particular. The good news is, I've asked some people who know, and they say I should be able to submit my stories as long as I don't have a readership over 5,000 and I take them off the blog before I submit them. Also, the stories I put up here are rough drafts and I'm basically seeking peer approval here, so...the finished and honed copies are different. Anyway...things are going to start disappearing from the blog.

But for's the start of "Porn and Donuts".


Lucius was vaguely aware of the sun burning through his eyelids and the zinging sound of the traffic whizzing by. He felt the rough texture of the ground under him and turned his cheek into the rubbery cushion his head was resting on. His mouth was parched and the few teeth he had left felt like they had little sweaters on.

He smacked his tongue on the roof of his mouth and searched around his gums with it, probing the various sore spots. Then he slowly sat up on the verge of the interstate. He blinked painfully into the sun and scratched his crotch.

Lying on the ground beside him was his cushion, The Lola Delight Inflatable Pleasure Doll with five convenient orifices. Lola regarded Lucius with her permanently surprised gaze and her gaping oval mouth. Lucius thought he detected recrimination in her eyes and he punched her in her abdomen making her face bug out slightly.

“Shut up, bitch.” He croaked at her.

He grabbed Lola around the middle and got up, heading up the exit ramp towards the Downtown Buck Snort Citgo and the promise of a Big Sip 82 oz. Mountain Dew. As he trudged past the gawking truckers and motorists, he wondered about how he ended up here finally. He wondered if she would be waiting for him as they had agreed.

He’d met her a month ago at the dentist’s office. They were there for the same reason and had bonded instantly, somehow recognizing that they each shared a weird sense of kinship. Their eyes met across the cracked linoleum of the dingy waiting room under the yellowed sofa-sized portrait of a hunting scene. He smiled at her, showing his gap-tooth grin. And she smiled at him showing the same.

“I’m Kellie,” she said, “Do I know you?”

“No, but you sure should.” He replied.

And about that time, a worn looking technician called Lucius’s name and it was time to go pay in blood and pain for what he had come there for.


  1. Sue Doe-nim said...
    Would you publish this shit already?

    I'll buy the book, I want to read this in bed and be cozy.

    C'mon Rosie, get on it!
    Tara said...
    You could also put the stories in password protected posts and post the password in the subject line - it's not google-able, it's not "published," so it works out okay.

    Great begining, I can't wait to see what happens. You always have such compelling characters.
    KMTBERRY said...
    So Sorry about Old Man. Even when they have been dying forever, it still is a shock.

    My Cocker Bernie was given 3 months to live, and then he lived TEN MORE YEARS! But when he died, I was devastated. (In some ways because I had started to view him as an immortal avatar).
    Daisy said...
    My condolences on Old Man, also. :(

    Yes, please write more, as Sue said, in a format we may read on the couch with our popcorn and herbal tea.

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