HT100 Challenge #11 One to Grow On: Flight
Feels good to do another one of these after missing a few weeks!
The first one: Challenge #2 Contact Visit: Incognito
The man sitting here is such a mixture of things familiar and unfamiliar after all this time. Keller knows he’s staring, but can’t make himself stop.
“Jerry Moskowitz.”
A nasal sniff. “Yeah.”
“Hm.” Keller eyeballs his visitor critically. “How was the trip up?”
“Kinda pretty. I’ve never been to this part of Massachusetts before.”
Keller closes his eyes, calculating the risks involved. “You ever gonna fucking listen to me?”
“Nope.” A laugh. “Probably not.”
“Figured as much.” Keller sighs, but appreciation wins out. “It’s a good job. Although I gotta tell you, baby, that’s the craziest beard I’ve seen yet.”
The follow up:
Actually, he had listened to Chris -- well, part of it anyway. The 'I want you to turn your back on all this shit and run' part. He just hadn't gone in the direction Chris anticipated.
But he couldn't go back now. Couldn't hit the rewind button and resume the sodden, strangle-suited life he'd led before. The square-clipped privet hedge of his parents' home looked suddenly as bad as steel. Chris' voice in his head said: RUN.
And he had. Straight to the only truth he'd known in years.
“Are you angry?”
“Yes,” Chris says, reaching out to take his hand.
The first one: Challenge #2 Contact Visit: Incognito
The man sitting here is such a mixture of things familiar and unfamiliar after all this time. Keller knows he’s staring, but can’t make himself stop.
“Jerry Moskowitz.”
A nasal sniff. “Yeah.”
“Hm.” Keller eyeballs his visitor critically. “How was the trip up?”
“Kinda pretty. I’ve never been to this part of Massachusetts before.”
Keller closes his eyes, calculating the risks involved. “You ever gonna fucking listen to me?”
“Nope.” A laugh. “Probably not.”
“Figured as much.” Keller sighs, but appreciation wins out. “It’s a good job. Although I gotta tell you, baby, that’s the craziest beard I’ve seen yet.”
The follow up:
Actually, he had listened to Chris -- well, part of it anyway. The 'I want you to turn your back on all this shit and run' part. He just hadn't gone in the direction Chris anticipated.
But he couldn't go back now. Couldn't hit the rewind button and resume the sodden, strangle-suited life he'd led before. The square-clipped privet hedge of his parents' home looked suddenly as bad as steel. Chris' voice in his head said: RUN.
And he had. Straight to the only truth he'd known in years.
“Are you angry?”
“Yes,” Chris says, reaching out to take his hand.