I'm no longer going to be using prompts from SWOTD. I'm going to look for another way to come up with prompts; for now, rather than the usual Double Drabble Sunday, I present my first droubble – exactly 200 words long, instead of 100. This probably won't be a regular occurrance, but I might do it time to time to break up the monotony. Now, without further ado,
Company’s Coming
"I know, you don’t have to say it: ‘Pretty young girl like you shouldn’t hitchhike, liable to be picked up by some creep.’"
"I wasn’t going to say that. Does that make me ‘some creep?’ "
She laughs. "Maybe so. I’m Susie."
"Roy," I say. "Pleased to meet you."
"Where are you headed tonight, Roy?"
"Aren’t I supposed to ask that?"
"Guess so. It’s just, I’m heading home to visit my mother, and she’s been on my case about not bringing home any boyfriends. You look respectable; I was wondering if you’re up for a bit of acting? There’s free dinner in it for you." Her goes down low. "And maybe some dessert."
I’m human, and she is pretty, if a bit goth-looking. So I agree. We make up a backstory – where and how we met, what I do, enough to stand up under dinner table cross-examination. I follow directions to a simple suburban home.
We walk in the front door. "Hey, Mom! Someone I want you to meet!"
A striking middle aged woman sizes me up. "He’s barely a meal."
"Mom," she whines.
"Fine, he’ll do. Knock him out, dear?"
There’s a thud, and everything fades to black.
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