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demon burritos?

at school, between those students who decided to show up for their tutoring appointments, i found myself surfing the net. thankfully, my wife popped in to say hi before heading off to an appointment and saved me:

her: “what are you doing?”

me: “surfing.”

her: “why?”

me: “i didn’t bring my story to work on.”

her: “so write something new.”

me: <silent for a moment, feeling stupid> “right, yeah. good idea.”

of course, the students started showing up for their appointments at just that moment, after i had wasted 45 minutes of prime writing time. nonetheless, i was able to get a little time a few hours later and this is what came out:

“It started with the frozen burritos,” she said, sipping distractedly from a cup of cold coffee.

She was a slight thing, maybe a hundred twenty pounds, maybe less. Her ears had more metal than cartilage and her hair was a riot of angry colors. Her skin was the color of ash, but Officer Sanjay couldn’t tell if that was from the shock or not.

“How do you know?” he asked her, shifting his feet carefully on the slick carpet of burst plastic bags and exploded frozen foods covering the slick floor.

She gave him the patented withering look of all wizened teens. “Duh. I watched it, didn’t I?”

Sanjay sighed and let it pass. “So tell me what you saw.”

The jaded wisdom faded as she turned back to the aisles of empty racks and shelves. “It was crazy, dude.”

Sanjay also looked at the bizarre wreckage of the mini-mart. ‘Crazy’ seemed as appropriate a description as any.

and that’s it so far. i can’t say i fully understand it yet, but it does in part stem from part of a conversation with my dad regarding HHNF, which he had just finished*. this piece is not connected to that storyline at all, though. i found myself wanting to do something unplanned, un-outlined, and perhaps more irreverent. i don’t honestly know where this story is going, but i rather like it so far.

any thoughts?

*and enjoyed overall, if i do say so myself.

“It started with the frozen burritos,” she said, sipping distractedly from a cup of cold coffee.

She was a slight thing, maybe a hundred twenty pounds, maybe less. Her ears had more metal than cartilage and her hair was a riot of angry colors. Her skin was the color of ash, but Officer Sanjay couldn’t tell if that was from the shock or not.

“How do you know?” he asked her, shifting his feet carefully on the slick carpet of burst plastic bags and exploded frozen foods covering the slick floor.

She gave him the patented withering look of all wizened teens. “Duh. I watched it, didn’t I?”

Sanjay sighed and let it pass. “So tell me what you saw.”

The jaded wisdom faded as she turned back to the aisles of empty racks and shelves. “It was crazy, dude.”

Sanjay also looked at the bizarre wreckage of the mini-mart. ‘Crazy’ seemed as appropriate a description as any.

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