Monday, June 4, 2012
Timed Writing: 6/2/2012
Time: 10 minutes
Prompt: "... cut his old backbone in two with..."
Source: 6 x 6 x 3 + 3 x 5 + 1 = 124 = The Bears of Blue River by Charles Major
When Ed Foster's ghost showed up in the latrine one night while I was making room for my next meal, I wasn't surprised. Sure, I was spooked and all, but having known the bastard pretty well when he was alive, it kind of seemed natural to me that he'd be a pain in the ass when he was dead.
"Surly Jim," the ghost said, while I got myself wiped, dressed and out of there -- I didn't want him to get any ideas about shoving me down the poop hole like me and him had done to Greg Hanson two years before. "I need you to do something for me," he said.
"Leave me be, Foster," I said. "I don't treat with no ghosts and I don't like you comin' in the latrine when I'm busy neither. You lonely, you go talk with Father Gilgamesh... or the boss. I'm goin' to dinner."
"It's gotta be you, Surly Jim. Can't be none of them," he said. "The priest won't listen and the boss can't even see me proper."
"My name's not Surly anymore," I said. "Just Jim." I buttoned up my coat and strode away, hoping he'd leave me be. My bowels was feeling relieved, but my chest was tight and I was pins and nails up my neck and spine on account of having a ghost behind me.
"You come back here and listen to me, Surly Jim," he says. I'll call you whatever I want to. But you do like I say and I'll never call you nothin' again."
"And how about I just don't listen to you," I called back over my shoulder, "like Father Gilgamesh. Just ignore you. What then?"
"Try it if you want," he said, and then when I took another step, some big gust of wind came up and slammed me in the chest and I landed hard on my backside in the rocks -- left my tailbone throbbing. "I can be a real pest if you ignore me," he said. "A right pain in the ass."
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