“I was surprised you agreed to get BBQ with me.”
“Why? I know the importance of good BBQ. I am from here remember?”
“Debatable.”
“Oh, fuck off, it is not.”
He tossed a sugar packet in my direction.
“For your ‘unsweet’ tea.”
I stared out the window, wondering if things would ever be the same.
“Seriously, what are you going to eat?”
“Well, I do love fried okra.”
“You’re going to eat fried okra? That’s it?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t think anyone likes okra that much.”
“Blasphemy. Fried okra is the best okra.”
Brief smiles.
Sighs.
“Why are you here?”
Word Count: 99
Returning to Friday Fictioneers , after forever, with an only dialogue piece.
PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Best Okra says it all!
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Yep! Thank you
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I think okra is disgusting! Aside from that, I always enjoy a dialogue-only story, the challenge of portraying characters and situation in conversation only. You did a great job 🙂
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Thank you!
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Hmmm… so hard to come back, isn’t it? Those who stayed think you no longer belong or want to be there and you wonder if you should have returned in the first place…
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It really is. This year has been hard creatively. Hopefully I can be accepted back in
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Definitely!
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Nice to see you back with the Fictioneers, Kelley! I enjoyed your story of an ambiguous return to what was once home.
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Thank you Penny!
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Not a pleasant conversation between these two angry people. You did a good job of showing “failure to communicate” (line from Cool Hand Luke.) Makes me wonder who is playing the prisoner role and who is playing the warden.
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