Thursday, August 9, 2012


Their chittering was endless. It was like standing behind a flock of birds, a flock of energetic birds that had had two reasonably stiff screwdrivers each, before leaving the apartment. He looked down to check his watch to no real end; like five minutes before, an entire night lay ahead.

She turned from the conversation in front of her to address him.

“So are you excited?” A brief pause. He wasn’t quite sure if the question was over. “It should be fun, right?” There was just the slightest touch of insecurity to her voice.

“Oh yeah,” he said, taking pains not to sound suspiciously excited but instead credibly reluctant, with a twist of optimism.

“I know this isn’t your scene,” she said, seemingly in a bid to address the moderate dread he had been pretty sure he was effectively hiding.

“Sure, but it’s your night,” he said, cutting her off. He was slightly surprised at the sincerity in his voice. “And everyone needs a change of pace now and then.” That one rang a bit more hollow. She smiled, and turned back to the chatter. He let the corners of his mouth fall.

The line crept ever forward.


Inside, the world itself seems to throb, as if all existence was accidentally slammed in a car door. Slowly walking away from the crowded bar, he shuffles to the center of the dance floor, clinging to his drink. Somewhere, out there in the distant, indistinguishable motion, the rest of his party is surely gyrating with glee.

In the sharp stabs of pulsing light, he can see the choppy surf of silhouettes as countless bodies crash against one another in unison. He stands out there adrift and sips his drink, hoping in vain to somehow ride this out.


For the Scriptic prompt exchange this week, kgwaite gave me this prompt: Sitting inside the eye of the storm.
I gave Michael this prompt: Write something about someone who establishes a new, important relationship and then immediately has to strain it -- almost to the breaking point -- by asking for a huge favor.


  • It's called "Drownproofing" because "Survival Float" sounds even stupider!
  • It's really hard to repeatedly use nautical metaphor without being SUPER FUCKING OBVIOUS.