is this thing on?
[inaudible—
steel wheel and flint—
breathing out—
more inaudible—]
yeah man. two fingers. neat.
[off-mike laughter / on-mike laughter]
oh fuck no, don't you dare.
rocks are for wussies who
don't really like their whiskey,
but like to pretend they do.
[the sound of a glass set down on wood]
aintcha heard of a fucking coaster?
jesus. [more shuffling sounds]
it might be shit wood veneer, but
show some respect, willya?
[machine wheels turn—
new voice enters]
do you mind if we just to the chase?
can i be blunt?
[nervous laughter—
first voice returns— sound
of someone sipping]
sure, sure. let's get on with it. exclusive
access, might as well take
advantage of it. ask away ask away.
why do you eat them?
interview
11 responses to “interview”
he-he-he… I enjoyed this
Thank you! 💙
Good one. Enjoyed the interview form. And the mysterious ending.
Thanks! I like ambiguity because it gives the reader agency to fill in the blanks and personalize the story in their head. 🙂
Breaking into playWright territory. I like it!
Thanks! I don’t know. Just mixing it up so see what happens.
👍
I used to have a room mate from Panama. He said the two fingers were supposed to be index and pinkie.
They aren’t?
I must have been drinking Panama-style back in the day.
🤢
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