I love the prompt this month and as soon as I read it I instantly thought of my two favorite people Shay and Josie. It’s short, but I had a fun time dropping in one them. As always, the prompt given to us is in bold. Hope you enjoy!
Shay tossed her backpack down just a tad harder than needed. Was she pissed the summoning spell didn’t work? You betcha, but there wasn’t a hell of a lot she could do about it. It didn’t work. So, get over it and move on and think of something else. She wasn’t sure what yet. There was so much they didn’t know. It was almost overwhelming.
Josie pulled a soda out of their small refrigerator and slouched in their one comfortable chair. The living room of the apartment they shared was tiny and had room for a love seat, that might grow up to be a sofa, and the chair. That’s it. No artwork. No dust catchers. Nothing else. Just the tiny sofa and the chair.
“You know why we live like this?” she asked Josie.
“Live like what?” Josie looked up from the mystery gadget she’d pulled from one of her million pockets.
“Like this.” Shay waved her hands around. “Every one in the agency does it, but no one talks about it. It’s because when we die, which we all will, usually way sooner than we should, we won’t leave anyone with a mess to clean up. How fucked up is that?”
“I can understand you’re frustrated by everything that’s happened.”
Shay rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I don’t give a fuck.”
Josie burst out laughing. “Who are you kidding? You give so many fucks they’re visible from space. You can pretend all you want that you don’t care. But I know you do. Hell, so do I. Don’t you think I’m freaked out about this whole situation? We have an unknown entity, or, probably, entities out there munching down on our people and there’s not one good goddamn thing we can do about it.”
Shay ran a hand wearily through her hair. “Fine. I care. I give a fuck, but what does that get me? Telling you I care doesn’t change anything.”
“Bullshit. It changes everything. We know what’s at stake. So, we need to calm down and think. Up until now, we’ve been running from one fire to the next. Throwing shit at these things willy-nilly. No thought. No planning. It’s not just us doing this. It’s everyone. The entire agency. And what is it getting us?”
“More dead agents.” Shay sat on the couch that wasn’t a couch and took a breath. “You’re right. We have no plan. So, that means, we need to stop and think.”
“Not just us,” Josie said, sitting beside her. “We need to gather what’s left of the teams and come up with a cohesive plan. And, dude, you’re like freaking magic. You need to work on what kinds of things you can do.”
“Just because I said you were right, doesn’t mean you can call me dude.”
Josie smiled. “Whatever. You know you like it.”
“Like a punch in the head. So, yeah, let’s make some calls and see what we can come up with.”
6 thoughts on “Promptly Penned March 2019”
Very interesting. Is this part of a bigger storyline? You said they are your fave, so… which book? It is a book, right… 😀
It’s not a book. Yet. I’ve just been using them off and on in different flash posts. They are certainly in line for a book now.
Oooh, that sounds really interesting, but I liked the idea that maybe they wouldn’t have a lot to clean up. lol Great flash, Gwen. 🙂
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Oh good – Josie and Shay are back. I definitely want to know more about this agency!