Here is another grab bag from last week's meeting. This time, we all used the same words. The category was fiction. The words were: Symbol, cantaloupe, chestnut, fire, ornery, destitute, cowboy, focus, flag.
"Focus, cowboy! You're a fucking symbol in this town, and the whole goddamn place is looking at you."
It was a destitute place, broken and run down. Half the houses on any block had set fire, and nobody bothered to rebuild them. The sky was a permanent gray, and when the people were hungry, they were like squirrels fighting over chestnuts.
The anthem began to play as the flag rose above the end zone.
"Listen kid, I know I can be an ornery old man, but I'm just looking out for you. I hope you know that. I don't want you being stuck here, like the rest of us."
"So get out there and focus."
"Fuck yea, dad."
"Fuck yea. Crush 'em like cantaloups, son."
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.