Topic 8: A Travelling Travesty
Got balls of steel, got an automobile
305 words | Astro-twins (Mike)
Rated PG for swears
“What do you think?” Mike said, standing back to admire his handy work.
“I don’t know,” Jake said, also standing back to look it over, the loopy hand writing, something Mike pulled from the mid-twentieth century no doubt, “could be attracting bad luck.”
“I think it has a nice ring to it,” CJ said.
Mike crossed his arms and hmm’d. “I don’t really believe in bad luck.”
Jake just grinned and shook his head. “Of course you don’t.”
Mike punched him in the shoulder, hard. “Not like that,” Mike explained as Jake rubbed at his arm, “I mean like, you get what you work for, karma and all that shit.”
CJ rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “It’s just a name,” he said, “and it fits, look at it, I’m surprised it’s even standing.”
“Hey, don’t knock it,” Mike said.
“Dude,” CJ said reproachfully, “the paint is peeling, and the doors open weird, if they open at all, you have to manually roll down the windows, and the wheels touch the ground. It’s a fucking travesty.”
“Further proving my point,” Jake put in, “it’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I’m going to fix it up,” Mike said, “I’ll upgrade it.”
He looked from Jake to CJ and back. “Will you help me?”
CJ instantly brightened. “Of course! We’ll get it off the ground at least, what kind of a pilot would you be with a car that rolls around on the ground?”
They turned to Jake and he backed off, hands up, palms out. “Sure I’ll help, but don’t get your hopes up dude.”
Mike grinned and Jake knew it was too late. He touched the rear view mirror and it lost its battle with gravity, shattering on the cement.
“I guess Travelling Travesty works,” Jake said, “it’s just a name after all.”
305 words | Astro-twins (Mike)
Rated PG for swears
“What do you think?” Mike said, standing back to admire his handy work.
“I don’t know,” Jake said, also standing back to look it over, the loopy hand writing, something Mike pulled from the mid-twentieth century no doubt, “could be attracting bad luck.”
“I think it has a nice ring to it,” CJ said.
Mike crossed his arms and hmm’d. “I don’t really believe in bad luck.”
Jake just grinned and shook his head. “Of course you don’t.”
Mike punched him in the shoulder, hard. “Not like that,” Mike explained as Jake rubbed at his arm, “I mean like, you get what you work for, karma and all that shit.”
CJ rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “It’s just a name,” he said, “and it fits, look at it, I’m surprised it’s even standing.”
“Hey, don’t knock it,” Mike said.
“Dude,” CJ said reproachfully, “the paint is peeling, and the doors open weird, if they open at all, you have to manually roll down the windows, and the wheels touch the ground. It’s a fucking travesty.”
“Further proving my point,” Jake put in, “it’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
“I’m going to fix it up,” Mike said, “I’ll upgrade it.”
He looked from Jake to CJ and back. “Will you help me?”
CJ instantly brightened. “Of course! We’ll get it off the ground at least, what kind of a pilot would you be with a car that rolls around on the ground?”
They turned to Jake and he backed off, hands up, palms out. “Sure I’ll help, but don’t get your hopes up dude.”
Mike grinned and Jake knew it was too late. He touched the rear view mirror and it lost its battle with gravity, shattering on the cement.
“I guess Travelling Travesty works,” Jake said, “it’s just a name after all.”