Friday, August 17, 2018

Favorite Passage



Jon was getting his first insight into what it was like to be a little brother. His second was when Michael led him into a hip-looking store, the kind Jon had always avoided. Michael went to the shelves with the expensive jeans, something else Jon had always avoided. Making eight bucks an hour, he didn’t buy denim that cost more than wool-blend dress slacks.
“What size?”
It had been so many years since he had bought a pair of khakis for work, he couldn’t even remember.
“I dunno.”
Michael made a noise of disgust, and shook his head. “You’re a trip.” Michael stared at his midsection a moment, long enough for Jon to feel peculiarly uncomfortable, not that he thought it possible Michael leaned east and west. But it wasn’t right for the man to—Jon didn’t want to put a word to his thoughts.
“Thirty-inch waist sound about right?”
Jon shrugged his shoulders. Michael pulled a pair of jeans off a stack and shoved them at him. Jon looked down at the price.
“Fifty-eight bucks? Are you crazy?”
“Oh hell. You don’t work for Erik anymore. You earned twenty-five thousand this morning. You can afford them.”
“Fifty-eight bucks?”
Michael grabbed another pair from the next stack, handed them to him and pointed toward the changing room, furling his eyes in an expression daring him to argue.
Jon shook his head and walked away muttering. “Fifty-eight bucks. A house payment. Work out the wazoo to do on the Mustang. No job. No health insurance. God I’ve got to get health insurance.”
“Shut up,” Michael called after him.


Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Favorite Passage



“Did he really, freaking say I prattle like a girl?”
“I think he did,” Roger said, nodding like a bobble head.
“He wants to die a horrible death, doesn’t he?” Michael asked, jerking his thumb toward the back seat.
“I think he just said what I was thinking,” Roger answered.
“Take a right.”
Michael turned. “Now where, your Excellency?”
“He’s at the skate bowl,” Jon said, following the second-half of the image that nearly emptied his bladder.
“You thought he was in the projects. Now you think he’s skating. You mind explaining that? Are the spirits speaking to you? Why the hell am I even talking to you? You talk to imaginary friends. A half-wit and a no-wit. Roger, why am I talking to this guy?”
“Hell, I don’t know. Maybe ’cause you prattle like a girl? You got nothing better to do on a Saturday morning? You like amusing half-wits? Am I close? Just tell me if I’m warm.”



Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Exposition


Exposition is the dibs and dabs that bridge the characters and plot and places the reader in the story.

- The Hermit WRiter


Thursday, July 5, 2018

Today's Favorite Passage


She spent her time trying to learn to ignore Mginty’s adolescent behavior, and leveraged her Zen to avoid being outright evil to him. She might eventually require him to intercede to save her life. It wouldn’t be good to give him any reason to take pause in that instance. Limiting the scope of their debates was the best way not to pull her laser on him. Still, she frequently found herself visualizing a bull’s eye in the middle of his forehead.


The Hermit WRiter