OLWG #110- Determination Without A Conscience

This week’s prompts are at the bottom.
Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.



Teddy Conway packed a box with stuff from his desk. Pictures his kids had coloured for him when they were in Primary School, that photo of his wife that she hated and he loved, certificates from classes that he had completed, and one of those things that spins and helps you waste time – that thing that Rachel had given him when she picked his name in the Secret Santa draw a couple years back. He seldom played with it. He kept it just because Rachel had given it to him.

Janelle, from HR, leaned against his cubicle wall and watched him pack it all up and as he turned to go she chided, “You should take that ivy too.”

“You can have it, Janelle, if you want it.”

“I don’t want it,” she said, “it’s too leggy. Don’t leave it here though. Take it away.”

He picked up the offending Pothos and set the pot in the box. He rolled the rest of the plant around his hands and laid it in with the rest of his stuff before following Janelle out to the lobby where she stopped by the main door.

“I’m not supposed to do this Mr Conway, but good luck. I’ll miss you.”

Teddy shook her hand and pushed through the door. On the pavement, he paused and looked at his watch. It was two hours till the next train that would take him anywhere near home. What would he tell Darlene?

He headed down the street and turned into the first bar he passed, Lee Harvey’s. Inside everything was panelled in dark wood, there were dartboards off to the side, and a long wide bar with a brass rail. He headed to the bar and sat his box down before taking a stool. A thin girl, who looked a little like Joan Jett ambled down to where he sat.

“What can I getcha?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” Teddy said, “I’m not really a drinker.”

Joan just stared at him and waited; she might have tapped her foot a little.

“Scotch and Coke,” he finally blurted out.

Ms Jett’s eyes got wide, “In the same glass?” she asked.

“Yeah!” he replied. Maybe a little bit sharper than he had intended. She turned and walked down the bar. Got busy; and when she returned, she placed a glass of bubbling dark liquid in front of him. Teddy picked up the tumbler and took a long drink.

“God, that’s awful,” he sputtered after he choked it down. The Joan Jett bartender was standing nearby laughing. “What are you laughing at?” Teddy asked.

“I’m laughing at you,” she said, “that’ll be five bucks, and only because I used well whisky. If I’d used the good stuff it would’ve cost you a lot more than that.”

Teddy reached into his hip pocket and pulled out a money clip. He peeled a fiver off and slammed it on the bar, “I hope you don’t expect a tip.”

She laughed even harder, “I actually thought you were kidding,” she managed to say, “Scotch and coke? Really?”

“What should I drink?”

“If you want good Scotch you drink it neat.”

“Ok, give me a neat one.”

Joan turned and reached up to the top shelf. She pulled down a tall, thin, green bottle.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. he lives only in her mind
  2. is so…
  3. this close to the holidays

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!

 

3 thoughts on “OLWG #110- Determination Without A Conscience

  1. Hits kinda close to home… I remember when family was laid off just before Thanksgiving.

    I played here with the current Carrot Ranch post. Coinkinky-dink that you’ve got Joan Jett here?
    (as always I write before I read…) Enjoy: A Flash of Fiction

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