I got tagged
on Facebook by Mike Monson and Ryan Sayles with the latest writer’s meme that’s doing the
rounds.
The rules are: go to either page 7 or 77 of your manuscript.
Count down 7 lines and then copy the next 7 lines to your Facebook status.
Well, okay I did all that so I figured I might as well post it here as well. I hope
you dig it.
…The rain was shot through with flecks of snow that turned
pink in the bubble gum glow of strip club neon. I dodged behind a checker cab and took shelter
in the doorway of a Laundromat. Inside was a large woman dressed in sweat pants
and a crop T that would have been too tight on someone half her size. She sat
eating raw cookie dough and watching her clothes turn with a thousand yard
stare that I recognized from the fox holes of Vietnam. A yellowing sign on the
wall above her machine proclaimed, ’24/7 - we’re always open.’ Somehow I doubt this
was what Sinatra had in mind when he was singing about the city that never
sleeps…
That's an excerpt
from a story provisionally titled ‘Exit Wounds'. It has been a work in progress for a while now. I
can’t help it; I’m easily distracted by shiny things. I also have a shit load
of other stuff that’s just way more pressing, but maybe this one will see the
light of day at some point.
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