“Come on then, what happened next?”
“What?”
“What happened to me”
“Sorry, I.....”
“It's me, Caractacus, what happened ? where did I go, what became of me?”
“Oh, well I'm not really sure, I was only doing a 200 word exercise. I hadn't really thought further forward than you being …......”
“For fucks sake! You can't just leave me like this....”
“Don't swear like that, you're only eight years old”
“Nice of you to tell me. At least now we're getting somewhere”
“Don't sound so huffed”
“Well,your story stinks, with a name like Caractacus Rogers I should be the ringmaster of the circus with a red velvet tailed coat and a silk top hat, not some grubby, snotty nosed little waif with scuffed shoes and his arse hanging out the back of handed down trousers that are still too big for him”
“I've warned you already about swearing, besides I never said you were a grubby...”
“Excuse me, you put the words into my mouth. As for not saying I was a grubby,......... , well I rather think you did.”
“Oh, so I did”
Comments
tcook | October 26, 2009 - 13:33
Excellent!
KarenHadj | October 26, 2009 - 20:02
Thank you. I'm delighted to have been cherry picked and with such a positive comment.
Nick.A | November 7, 2009 - 18:32
I like it very much good to get a character to come to life (in more ways than one) in such a tight space. Ecellent and well worth the cherries.