Thursday, October 23, 2014

Public Indecency


Alex:

“Luna, I don’t know how you got a hold of a squirt gun but put that away.
I said, put it away!
That’s not funny and you’re going to pay for that.
Cut it out, god dammit!
That’s it. I’ll take that, thank-you.
Ha! Not so funny now, is it.
What’s wrong, don’t you trust me?
Whoops, sorry.
Itchy trigger finger.
There it goes again! 
Ha! Right in the forehead.
You know, I kind of like this thing.
Hey, give it back.
Luna, I said give it back.
Luna, you’ve got one last chance to give that back or I’m going to…
Not in the crotch, god dammit!
You’re in deep shit when we get home.
Oh hello, ma’am.
Yes, we’re ready to order.”

Friday, October 17, 2014

Execution


Alex:


“Luna, what are you doing?”

“Swatting flies.”

“With a frying pan?”

“You got a better idea?”

“Use a flyswatter.”

“Duh, what do you think this is.”

“Dammit! Take it easy on the countertops.”

“Missed him.”

“Imagine that.”

“There’s one on the fridge.”

“Luna, that’s going to leave a mark.”

“Bullseye!”

“Oh my god…”

“Hold still. There’s one on your shoulder.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Drat! You scared it away.”

“Give that here.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

"I think you are.”

“Fine.

“Thank-you.”

“I’ll just go back to using a knife then.”

“Luna?”

“Yes?”

“Get out of the kitchen.”

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Heaven

Luna gave Asa the silent treatment.
It was the best two minutes of his life.

Monday, October 6, 2014

Public Appearance


Michael:

“It’s awfully quiet in here.
Where’s Luna?
What do you mean, you don’t know.
God, what’s that smell.
Fuck that’s terrible.
Follow it.
Hurry up and find her.
There she is, lighting stink bombs.
Should’ve guessed.
Whose idea was it to bring her, anyway.
That’s not the point.
Grab her and let’s go,
Jesus christ.”

Charred


He stared at her
She looked away 
He tried to light her dress.
She figured it out
And kicked his leg
Then fussed with the lace 
That was left.