three word wednesday
July 25, 2007
Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
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This week's words are:
Reality
Fan
Mind
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the reality of the whole thing was that she knew what she had to do.. the reality of the whole thing is that all of this had been planned out, thought through,, firmly decided,, oh so long ago.. the reality of the whole thing was that this was never really supposed to happen...
and yet it had.. the magic words had been spoken. the sentence had been handed down,,, and there was no turning back now.
as she turned left onto clarkson avenue,, she knew what had to be done.. and yet,, having always been a huge fan of procrastination,, she knew that in order for this whole thing to work out according to plan.. she had to act,, and act now.... before she was able to think about it.. way before her logical mind had time to talk her out of it...
the buildings with which she and her little blue scion were surrounding themselves where becoming ever so much more decayed.. the graffiti, more prevalent.. the trash rolling over the tops of the dumpsters,, blowing freely down the street,, and then clinging in wet piles in the puddles of car wash water and urine that lined the sides of the road....
she had been clean for so long,, but she had never forgotten the way you could smell the street.. the way you could smell the game.. and just know...
she saw a small group of boys hanging on the corner of 74th and clarkson,, in front of what used to be a chinese take out,, and now more closely resembled a shooting gallery of days gone by...
she slowed,, rolled down her window and yelled to them out the window,, without actually getting to close or stopping all the way...
"hey man,, any y'all workin'???"
the boys all turned and started toward her,, each one wanting to take her money... each one hiding behind the face of a child.. but possessing mind of a street hardened playa'....
she rolled to a slow stop....clicked off the fan on her air conditioner.... for once,, she really didn't mind being exposed to the heat...
"you cop?"
"you looks like a cop."
"she ain't no cop..."
"what chew need??"
all talking at once,, all wanting to be the hand that she palmed the cold hard green cash into.. each one knowing the game,, some willing participants.. some just hungry little thieves...
she looked at them.. she thought about all the times she had done this dying to get the drugs...and now she was getting the drugs... to die...
"eight tens a boy"...she interjected into their sea of distrust...
she watched all ten of the little brown eyes that were staring her up and down,,, light up...
her runner was selected,, the others would stay here with her to make sure she was "a'rite"
... and maybe hold her lighter, or her sunglasses or anything else they could talk her out of....
they thought they were winning.. they had no idea...they were the trick this time....
her boy returned,, eight tiny waxed paper envelopes with a picture of a monkey on a swing stamped carelessly on each one...
she gave the runner a ten.. it was all she had left... she wouldn't be needing it any more...the boys swarmed him,, each one wanting his own little sumpin' sumpin',, out of the deal...she drove off...
she was armed.. she was dangerous...it was check out time
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