Fast Fiction Challenge: Living "La Vida Loca"
Title: Living "La Vida Loca"
Word: regret
Challenger: regie
Length: 200 words exactly I’d wondered into the club precisely because it was quiet: no music, and I wanted to think. An hour later, with a large scotch inside me, and another on the table, I sat. And thought lonely thoughts. Life could be pretty lousy at times. The secret, I guessed, was not to give a damn.
If only.
I drank down my drink in two swallows, signalling to the bar for another.
Nothing. I slowly got the message and walked carefully to the bar where I agreed with the man behind it that no, he wasn’t my bloody servant, and asked yeah, could I have another large scotch. Oh hell, make it two and have one yerself before I regret it.
The music started as I headed back to the table, and before I sat, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I was pulled away by them, pulled into the centre of the dance area.
I don’t dance. I mean it. I really don’t.
But I did.
The secret of life? Not to give a damn.
Life can be pretty lousy… but sometimes, just sometimes, that makes the climb back to living - rather than just existing - just so damned wonderful.
© Lee Barnett, 2006
Word: regret
Challenger: regie
Length: 200 words exactly I’d wondered into the club precisely because it was quiet: no music, and I wanted to think. An hour later, with a large scotch inside me, and another on the table, I sat. And thought lonely thoughts. Life could be pretty lousy at times. The secret, I guessed, was not to give a damn.
If only.
I drank down my drink in two swallows, signalling to the bar for another.
Nothing. I slowly got the message and walked carefully to the bar where I agreed with the man behind it that no, he wasn’t my bloody servant, and asked yeah, could I have another large scotch. Oh hell, make it two and have one yerself before I regret it.
The music started as I headed back to the table, and before I sat, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning, I was pulled away by them, pulled into the centre of the dance area.
I don’t dance. I mean it. I really don’t.
But I did.
The secret of life? Not to give a damn.
Life can be pretty lousy… but sometimes, just sometimes, that makes the climb back to living - rather than just existing - just so damned wonderful.
© Lee Barnett, 2006