After a week of self inflicted injuries at work which needed hospital treatment and then a sickness and shits bug that ripped through the whole family, I found myself with a backlog of work and writing. So, here’s my entry for this week. It’s short, but I hope relatively sweet.
It may do your head in, but hey, it’s fiction and its supposed to.
Starter sentence is in blue.
Hope you enjoy…
There’s These Two Blokes In A Pub.
“I said that you don’t have to believe me, and I certainly wouldn’t…if I were in your shoes.”
“What kind of silly talk is that?”
“It’s not silly talk, you cock.”
“Yes it is. You said that I don’t have to believe you and that you wouldn’t if you were in my shoes.”
“No it’s not.”
“It is, it doesn’t make fucking sense.”
“It fucking does.”
“Right. You’re going to tell me something but then I shouldn’t believe you because you wouldn’t. Yeah?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Look. It’s simple. I’ve got something to tell you, okay. You don’t really have to believe me, but it’s true, yeah? If you do believe me and you do something about it, it could end up being bad for you, or you could end up hurt, if not worse. That’s why I wouldn’t believe it if I were in your shoes. Do you understand me now?”
“Fuck me! You really are the dumbest shit I know.”
“No, no. I was just thinking and I get it now. Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it now. Fuck! Like, a total thicko alert! So, what’s the big secret then?”
“I’m not fucking telling you now, you’ve wore me out! Two more pints please, mate.”
Hope you liked it. Please leave a comment if you did, on the other hand if you didn’t, don’t… 🙂