By Celia Eiss
“What the hell’s it supposed to be?”
“Fuck if I know.”
“What if we touch it.”
“What?!”
“Like poke it with a stick.”
“Oh. Sure.”
“Mmm…there. Poke.”
“Huh. Nothing. Dead, then.”
“You think?”
“Probably. Doesn’t look very alive. What do you think?”
“Man, doesn’t look like anything I’ve ever seen!”
“World’s a big place. Lotsa things you haven’t seen.”
“But, like…you gotta be kidding me. Look at it.”
“Here, give me the stick. Lemme have a poke.”
“If you say so.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, fuck, it moved!”
“Shit shit shit.”
“Fuck, it’s on me! Get it off! Off!”
“I…fuck!”
Nicely done.
Ha! Good job.
This is inspired writing, you should feel proud.
Slayed.
Yes!! Sounds like many a conversation my younger brother and I had while playing in the woods when we were kids, except add a “double-dog dare ya” in there somewhere. Wonderful nostalgic dialogue!
I like it. Surprised!
I can hear it now, “Ew!” Love it!
This is great.