Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Dialog for Echo and Damian

“So let me get this straight”, Echo could hardly look at Damian, she played with bracelet on her arm instead, “Your not interested in dating, but you want to keep seeing me?” Damian placed his hands firmly back into his trench coat. The red hand disappeared, the cars came to a stop, and the bright white walker blinked. 

“Yeah. It’s...well”, Damian paused as they crossed to from Hampton to Grate Walk. “...that doesn’t sound exactly right.” The managed to turn a cheek towards Echo. She was almost reassured her world was at peace when he flashed that faded smile. She almost let a smile release, but held back, and became cold once again.

“But that’s...uh what you mean, right?” Spoke Echo with so much force Damian looked taken back.

“Sorta,” he had nothing he could use to explain what would come next. He began to grind his teeth, like he did at night. His grinding got worse - especially worse from the point on after he and Echo went up to Green Valley.

“I’m confused. Like, really? Are you seeing someone else?” , Echo didn’t need to hear the answer - she already knew. Kara with frumpy undies. Mrs. Damian Kara Elizabeth Hall. 

“Not exactly.” Damian said as he took a step back to fall into step with her.

“Not exactly. Okay, so uhm just a minute.” Echo looked up for the first time, She had never felt this way in her life. What was this? A tear fell.

Free Write on Concord Grapes


Round, like balloons gathered closely together on a dying neon green steam. All three are opaque - the darkest indigo diluted and smudged. The outer of the object is not hard, it has bounce. The color leeks on the paper under them. When eaten it is unlike other kinds. They are sweeter, taste is everywhere, and I hope to find these at the supper market my next visit. The only fault to these wondrous things could be the pit. To spit a hundred of them out - oh that is troubling for travel.